As I came to my room and closed all the windows and doors. Pulled the curtain on it to block every single pore.
At times I even use every piece of my cloth to make sure lights don't peep in, and suddenly all I see is Black and forget what's happening.
No words can describe the comfort I feel when its dark. But its not purposeful that I did not forget to lock the door.
Because I knew he will come and bring all the naughtiness I had seen in him earlier.
And, then we begin to believe
That if we stay long enough
In the fortress we have built
To protect our heart no one
Will be able to hurt us again.
But, how do you, my love,
Stay in there for so long
And not wonder about
How safety has wretchedly...
Enslaved us !!!
Your routes were calling my name.
Your passion, your sweat,
Your shady lanes, your happy children,
Your slanders, your knowledge,
Your sins, your addresses,
Your falls;
I see it all in your eyes,
A painting of madness.
A story of a city once existed in your heart.
I used to be apprehended, my princess.
Love was a conception you conceived,
And I'm just a passing lover in a crowded city.
