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A Rented Soul...


  A foolish hope… riding on the waves of emotional dope… Desiring yet shying away… loud sometimes… and timid otherwise… being more fragile, with no scope…

A promise, that I have tried to keep… but the situations sweep away everything, and left a heart there to weep… The one which was strong… the one which was alone… but a lonesome now…

Trying to mark those words, trying to fight with self… controlling sometimes… admiring but, unknown of the way where its driving…

All that was said once, all that was warned has come to life… the laugh of dead all around the life… where known was nothing but you and now forgetting you… for you…

Those words… of glitters not magical… those moments of wonder… where you always left but the heart stayed… longer… where it talked from where you stopped… and hoped that you stayed…

Never thought of stealing you… never thought of slipping in… always known to be mine and me with you… Reality is like thorns which pierce the imagination… belling out the nectar of those dreams dripping in unknow to the false hope…

It is not every night I dream about you… but it's you with whom I drift in my dreams… Closer to me, yet far from the world… where reality is more real, and dreams are more stubborn than fear…

Worth are those moments, which are mere pass of time for you… precious are those thoughts which are just desire for you… How being with me yet you are never mine… but I think it's fine…

A place, let's just drift away from the so-called society… s place where I won’t share you… where your words are for and to me and about everything else… where all what we have for each other is care and nothing else…

A Rented soul, borrowed heart, they are way apart… but with the hollow space of love sticked as a part…

The heart to this body… belongs to nobody… but to whom its gifted belong to somebody…

Time… time is something to cursed but the luck beholds the thing… of your arrival on the cliff of self-rival… beyond the motion, yet with no notion… dealing with situation… hiding the reality… bending the fate but it's too… too… too late.

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