While humming to myself,
"Look at what you've done..."
Two tear-drops fall
on the keypad
of my cell-phone...
My heart then weeps
in compartments,
Detaching itself from the
Volatile mind...
Nonchalantly, mind negates
the house of dreams, wants, desires,
Clinging on to a
cosmetic base of Fantasy...
Baby steps crouch
under the shadow
of the abominable Cynic,
At last, labours of Love
are lost,
Efforts to build, sustain, win
fall prey to the limbs of Reason...
The Child knocks,
on the stern door,
Begs,
Breaks into bitter sweet tears...
But,
The Giant has the last Laugh...
