When no one's here to talk
pulsating echoes of my own heart,
pops near my ear drop.
Breaking in like a melancholic rain
sweeping the ashes of immortal disdain,
She fosters me in my pain
ceasing me from behind
& she sings me a lullaby.
Let this be another secret
in our hidden chest
Let this world be unaware
of our gest.
Let the guitar with broken strings play
Its still dark inside
while the city floods in lights,
segregated in the crowded streets
disposal to our own relief.
Convulsing together in "ME"
masking our affinity.
mustering our feeble
Hiii... I'm Sahiba , Indian, An engineer, a technology enthusiast.