Dreams

When my heart vows onto something

And I know it will not take me anywhere

The temptations for a null and void love

There are few things which can never happen

The truth and the love are enemies

And Lord has put truth as a fact

To tell us that some things should work that way

And heart beckons and breaks

Still truth has the power to survive at all odds

And silence has its own way to surpass the odds

It heals; I say it heals but how?

How can it heal? It is open and survived

But never healed

It has been overridden by life,

But never healed

And never to heal again, forgotten by life

The wound still aches and silently forgotten

As life has been into its gyration

 I have my own silent moments

Wherein I have my own feelings

Those feelings are for me and to remember

That those days where beautiful indeed

Beautiful enough that there is no turn back

No reverse gear to those beautiful moments

I condemn, I fear

That is how life wants to move on

Never healed but dreams to fathom

I have , just dreams to hold on