A lost thought or now a vision,
Was it the feel of love or a bleak makeover with the situation,
Whatever may be but what walked with her as dominating reflection of dreams, and there she too felt complete,
But as times unfold and a creepy surprise of masked roles, she sees the glory of truths, shaky but heart feels the break of a nook,
All those vanities feel a foolish rivalry meant for destroying her mindset just with artificial looks,
She yelled out her agony, but nobody picks the call momentum of her loss,
Some undefined moments gradual with time become memories and she locks them in the dark closets, never to follow the heart a guideline followed so fiercely and strong.
Ultimately, as time unfolds it's the knock of history repeats it's chapters again, and once again there true love sounding crystal clear keeping her away from devastated fear breaking slowly into the restricted walls of...