Something Won’t Agree

When it glimpse never thought would be an irony Just came to bother the dawn As cloud over the fervent noon, Just came to turn the life Came where lost existence, never met But is it a paradox that continues Came here later on the day It was not really a day of harvest But it turns around Wish to say goodbye to someone But is that my soul It turned to glossary It was really a day of loneliness Wish to say something But days passed and nothing left Blood is red always, redness of love Sometimes it get chilled Coldness of possessiveness Never can overcome this fire Mind says to probe something Always it gild like a fantasy Fancy like a fiction Can fiction be a tenet? Anyway hold it as a tenet Love is possessiveness ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.