Life is now a stretch of eternal grey,
The lifeless transit tolls heavy on me.
The bones had just recovered
From the last catastrophic fracture…
When the glass was shattered again.
Life has gone into hibernation,
And yet something refuses to die inside me.
The metal window is dented forever,
After too many times the hammer beat on it.
However much I try to say otherwise,
My dreams had always been better than fair life.
That is why some people say, love is like walking a thin line,
Between insanity and gravity. Chaos and harmony.
It will bind you in, if you find your niche,
Or put you out to the mercy of the cruel world, if not.