THIS IS MY SAGA...

This is my saga,
a bashful life,
tranquility is saying,
why are you enduring this despotism?

An old yarn,
from the firth of solitude,
every lesion is blooming,
It's telling something to me,
I'm gathering these pining spikes of
griefs from my world of reminiscence...

I'm zoetic in the cloak of falling walls,
this is my saga,
an unblemished souvenir,
dread is flowing,
It's telling something to me...

Dews of love are blaring in my world,
the shadows of ambushed death keeps drenching,
my eyes get  tangled with the ink,
no one ,there is no one to tell,
how long one should wait for the sunshine...
no one,there is no one ,
neither near ,nor far away...

Heartbeats from the heart,
which keeps proclaiming their predilection,
entity is one,which keep living,
which savors the blood,
which keeps stitching my dreams....

Now there is no one near me,
even though a motility is there ,
tangled in here,
there is hope to live,
this heart which is a wood of reminiscence
burnt and injured heart by these spikes of griefs,
that I'm gathering...