Fallacy!
Fallacy!
This
daydreaming of warm eyes and fog laden streets is a fallacy.
No one
will care to tell you when you step out of home,
That home
is where yearning and contentment dines together, and not where doors are
closed shut at the sound of agony and despair.
No one
tells you to bask in the glory of winter because it’s in the summer that birds
prosper better, and chirp in the glory of the mighty Sun, delightful yet dismal
Fallacy!
Fallacy!
Birds of
whimsical sorrows and joys are profoundly driven to the vintage burrows, undeniably
warm and comforting in the callous swallowing winter winds by the night,
In those
drowning moments, the caressing warmth o’er the moonlit façade of familiar
cocoons fills one with empathy for the ravenous darkness, where desires, dreams
and destinies hurled at with silent cries and loud whims, piled neatly under
the ever growing want of complete, a circle,
a life, a point in Time where everything is myth,and everything else- reality
This
wanderlust of wallowing desires and forsaken adventures for which you’d betray
destiny,
Destiny
is a fallacy.
