To see yourself being blinded by the pink thoughts of love
And the one you love!
The one who is fair and bright but so far,
And you still long to hear their voice..
Just the voice--
For you have no choice!
This is what love has done to you,
Blinding you with the blindfold game,
Of mockery and just some playful moments of love.
But that s all, and seems its all empty,
When you peep deeper into your love's heart.
There lies nothing for you.
Its you-- all blindfolded by your pink pink thoughts
And manifested a being in your own love garden.
But there is no voice..
And still you have no choice!
This is what love is....
It roots deeper in a dark skinned human,
For the one, far and fair
And wait forever for the day,
That someone doesn't even care..!
