With closed eyes
Who wants to be distracted when distraction are like gloomy pictures of a buried album.A tight slap on the past is all that is needed to drag us out of the dreamy world we have inherited from our childhood traumas and trysts. Distractions,though not good enough ought to be inculcated ,because that is the life and that's the only reality . With our closed eyes, we face the reality a tight slap from your own hand And a scar built on the castle of caricatures With our bent fingers , We point to the genuineness a scratch on your own soul .. And a big blow to those hopping desires I sit quietly .. I sit firmly .. With my closed eyes , I tried to experience the reality ... Dumbstruck , I try to erase the moving pictures .. But these closed eyes , they have vividly built a panorama .. That lady with a child on her lap had pale eyes.I could feel the shivers inside her eyeballs. They move relentlessly ,up and