myth of mirth
i dont know how one's life is guarded by rules..but probably i do know how it survives and even breathes the real self in honest love of someone..maybe this is wait for an absolution..but definitely its life for me..& maybe writing this i was in no-where around this wordly world..but this is how it tells that you still can be happy ...coz you make your own world of love..
Were senses foolin' around wid me-
or i was let out in thy name of
fate to be-
written by YOUR hands....
to be anarchy of my destiny..
or just to be my happy ending......!
i know how melancholy eerie wind
hissed in nights...
dont know where it came from
but then why ...
...letting a door opened for the wind to whirl around,
and turn even more wilder was the only wish!!
coz maybe this was the only way
to come back to ME..-
-the one who tears pain and embraces love
of yours coz i know how love of ours still lingers
in your mind...!
leaving that unharmed smile on your face...
maybe this is the myth of mirth..
but does it matter ...?
if all you know is loving wid all your heart
zeals life in you!!....
