She will write you in her dreams
With everything she got
From cracked voices to contrasting features
While connecting the streams of
Words
On the pages
Which have never seen
The daylight before
And,
When the ink of love was no more
her hands were still
Covered with stains
She wished to get you silently
Behind the lonely doors
Her heart was in a conflict
With mind
But she was not letting
Anyone open the cage
As Something was holding
Her back
Even if she wants to learn
How to live again
.......