are you addicted to something? if yes, then how will you manage your life after that thing just disappears??

In the deep attic of my heart, I stumbled upon some visuals of my past That made my pulse burst Cause of the artists cast. Pouring of the sky's tear And my will to dance with the memories, Made the way clear. "It's raining," I exclaimed. "Let's dance," from somewhere the voice came. With the cloud's drops mixing with mine, I looked above to see For whom my eyes did shine. The retina did lie, But my heart didn't want to rely. The beautiful moment was blurred by fiction, And the visuals my heart saw were just an addiction.   

Posted by Shivani

1 year