A trip to guilt….


Is it reality or i am dreaming
.am i deaf or there is silence all around.
A sence of tension,a taste of fear, Warm all around,
as u may be in the air
.Drenching my heart to bring out the guilt…loneliness
…that…i carved out myself from the gallery of happiness.
………..I can see your face from the corner of my eyeand
the hatred it has for me,the anger of an innocent heart
the pain of a pure soul.
But i am there at one corner of room,
waiting this dream to last
and a smile to asthetisize the dark,
a love to wash the guilt.
a word to echo in the lonliness

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