of my Life..
Where each moment
Is so precious
So subtle...
So naive..
So genuine...
So unprecedented..
Just the outcome of
What my mind has sown so far
The time has come
To change every bit
To change the blood
To change the source..
Even the blood
Is so suffocated
Is so choked...
To go back to
The same heart...
The same mind...
Feeding it
The way it has done
Always...
With all the efforts
Going futile...
Perhaps it is easy ..
To rip off that vein..
And let it escape...
Flow freely...
Strangulating the mind ...
Leaving it with no food...
Until it won't have
A choice...
But to let go...
