The Scattered Memories

From the demolished dreams of mine,
Can you hear a flapping sound of hopes and inspiration..
To lighten the dark shrine of a shriveled mind.
Lass, set in to pat the weeping mind…
That was a floe, he never thought, oh... no...
Wittingly infatuated that pat of love…?
Soothing her mind, lamented her?
The memories squeeze his dreary mind
Inveterate love…, being exulted himself
Began to gobble the dish of love...
Driven away he… withheld her love
His sayings become lampoon… and drain his mind...
Still the chronic cheer let him alive...
Cherish the feelings and fondle the memories
wish to entice, to get a honey drop of love…
Nothing for... to taste more the cheese of love...
Yes... sure... never... ever… could enthrone the love
Heaven too… relinquish him…
Hey… Fate… don’t you want to see… the one??
Good for nothing and the loathed one..?
Carrying the oceans of love…, to vend, in the mind
In the market of life…, no demand...
The wizened one, still idolize the lass…
A world of love imbued his mind…
But sprawled from the spire of love…
Now, the man who faces the bankruptcy...
Yes… the bankruptcy of love and life…