Sea of expectations has again hit a high tide of emotions..
Again and again its the explanations carrying the burden of situations..
Being silent at times reminds me of another face , which obviously is difficult to trace..
Battered and bruised ..but still haplessly trying to keep up with the pace..
I search in me for you...illusion ed in the belief of truth..
As it may appear and feel it to be silk smooth..
Behind the lines..lies a secret of desperation ...
Why am I actually still stuck deep in this position of repetition..
It may seam to be all over ...despite the fact I am anxiously waiting to be felt closer..
Sounds a pretty good deal to avoid a treason..admiring the pictures of what days those were..
Now all of it is left in me as a memory..buried deep inside....inching for you to see...
There is much more than me to what you actually want with me..
