Beneath the drab drapes I am back to square one with the phrases and sentences of all of them and all of you. Infact,only you! Fetching the echoes etched upon the gone by epoch like the tattoo I have with your name . With each day passing by those days come back, and the tranquility of my soul surmise you. Whether the call of rain or the goodbye of spring My season rest down to winter. With the hue of Stygian I paint the souvenir protagonisting both of us my Arms try to embrace your presence through the zephyer, You being the panoramic constant of my orbs urge them to wink at your hunch My heart probing your pulse call you at the same But My mind still ask to let go. Was the road you took not meant for me or i stepped into a labyrinth. At the further side of whom there is nothing you may call as vent. "Stucked in the labyrinth my existence asks you to help oblivious of the fact that you made me trap."