The standing up

The symphony of happiness mediated through the instrument of love,

But was making me addicted like a drug

All that mattered, beclouded by the illusions of that Utopian thought,

One day there would be commensurate love.

Somehow introspection comes to significance,

And thoughts light up the existence

To truly serve the dearest,

Is to let go the wavering kite,

Drifted by the winds of unintelligible attitude…

That doesn't mean to give up...

But having something much highly deserved…

Flames of hope embellishing the heart,

Trapped by the chains of insecurity

Now smelt, armoring it,

Hard as it gets, layer by layer

Will protect me forever….