Sometimes, the mellow summer afternoons would shred your heart into pieces, with its eerie silence..
The world would move on attending umpteenth commotion and you would still be lost in thoughts, vague and halogenic.. conveniently covering your pragmatism with flaky visions..
You would look back, wonder about the words uttered and the way the sayers had blasphemically trampled them..
And then the liberating blue lark would cross your sky, "it's not you, it's they who are hypocrites, it's a shame they haven't learnt to acknowledge their true feelings ..."
The neon lights would start coming in one by one, you too would give it a shit and walk away straight, head held high,
" Hey I m alive, I am true, I m not you, I will follow my heart till the end,
All the pain will one day break it wide open to let His light shine through..love is all I have, love is all I will do..Amen"