Things were working well
Its only me who felt the surges swell
Loyalty was demanded
Treachery was bombarded
If my blury memory becomes my aid
My skin craves for ur touch since a remote decade
We ending up in nemesis
And the aching holy embrace of a kiss
Hallucination of the former days keep haunting
Knocking me at midnight discovering me sobbing
Mourning over your loss
Which on the bed keeps me topping and toss