Love is like this parable that we would want to hear.
Uttered to us in a cosy room, by a nanny who would love us unconditionally.
the world has changed a lot and all parables have lost the meaning.
we are living in a bleeding, festering wound of a place that was once called Earth.
Everyday I feel this pain,this noise ,this noise of hate ,this all consuming inferno that we all are helplessly bound for.
hope is the only thing that pulls me along.
I had always wanted to be a tree,a big one,so that I can give so much,I can be the mud,a part of it.
Part of a song that is never broken ,a continuum.