Can I call it REVENGE?
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Ever imagined a possibility such…
Where a dream comes true with efforts not much?
Ever craved for a feeling as such…
Where a moment of pain vanishes with a touch?
Hopes are many, wishes are endless…
Dreams in a penny, stories in a nutshell…
Grieving sights, tears of despair…
Happiness craving for sparkles to declare…
A hailing truth, a falsely storm…
Waits by closely to destroy your warmth…
Running in a crowd, forced to walk
Waiting for doors to open, the doors that are locked!
A cuddly feel, but a fake visual
A shivering belief, but soggy ritual
Hovers in air, an aimless affair…
Ready to tear some grappling stare.
Then the hopes go down and faces depart
Left with shatter in millions of hearts
Inviting new challenge, calling for a rage
Some millionth part of a chapter in this world called stage!
And the victory beholds in the hands of some unknown
But you are left with questions alone
Imagination ruins and takes a downfall…
You crave for that touch to give a safety call
Strangling and blabbering are emotions inside
Does the feeling of revenge really take pride?
For things in your hands which you slowly let loose,
For some feeling of hatred which led you on a cruise..
Of stormy rides, of meaningless prides..
A ruined world, which you were made to choose.
By a mind so lost in a chilling frost,
And a heart so alone, in some filthy slot
You surely cannot dance, wearing a pair of oversize shoes
But this realization also comes with the shoes you choose!!!