The conundrum of a promise may shy away from divulging a truth
Self-absorbed; from where thou pick those words to frame dialogues
Magnanimous soul still likes to believe in mutable stories
Every sentence tinged with condemnation- presages the fate of a relationship
Self-deceiving, the heart likes to be surrounded by those assurances
Details are overlooked by gullible eyes while constructing an inaccurate world
An isolated existence through labyrinthine wandering misses the warmth
Sun seems to be that burning orb and its light feels harsher to the skin
~Amitav
