With Hell, For Heaven

Drowning into the sea of hatred,
The boy somehow cling to the hope of fulfilment
Fear was like a starters to those,
Who confronts the turnstile of the abandonment
In the gradual process anxious befriend him stealthily;
The resounding lay out the terror in the backdrop giving a hunch of death
The death was nothing but a corollary to depression;
Somehow In the midst of the dark, stood up a boy,
With a plucky persona, he embezzled the fierce shadow,
A shadow with a blood trail to all the termination;
In the execution of the regality, haunting seemed like a cursed gift,
That unravelled all the clasped souls, waiting for the salvation;
The conqueror was nobody but a boy with hell, a boy for heaven
A boy who conquered the depression.
- Raj Bilimoria

NOTION

Don't hate me for the time being temporary

For the thing i would not be composed properly.

It will take bunch of moments to put myself together

But surely you will find myself a bit better.

In the mean, i would plea to not make things hastily

Eventually they will surely gonna​ feel the jealousy.

I am keeping you alive from my leftover pieces

Striving to clasp all your pain bit by bit

Just tell me one thing in brief...

Would you still love me the same?

The brief, the musing, the dialect and all the other forms of divulgence that exists in the universe, I shall impart with all my persistence just to be with you.