Salvaging incessant betrayal !

Pluck a rose to get pricked or fumble to tumble yet again,

A wish to have or a longing to survive?

In an attempt to weave a beginning,

Or a yearning to unravel mystic horizons?

Rumbling thoughts of peerless joy,

Or clinging to the hope of ecstasy?

Arbitraging from dusk to dawn,

In search of her magnetic eyes and flawless smiles?

Wandering around in woods dried up,
Beyond the horizons of civilizations green?
Dwindling hope of wishful sins,
Or bailing on chance to meet the angel?

A wish to smile or a hope to revive,
An urge to satisfy or a fame to glorify?

Perturbing dreams to clarify,

Or imbibing manna from her eyes?