Vindictive love dreams of a different constellation 

Walks tiptoed across the branches frail and wily

Mesmerising eyes hold secrets vaulted through ages

The hollow corridors and emotions echo such stories

Etched on the pillars names forgotten by time

Dawn seems to be night; of nebulous feelings painted

So many stars and untimely obscurity spell sorcery 

All that love is, being obliterated by such feelings

Heart won’t shut up and stop narrating the woes


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