Something so pure and unjealous Something un-planned that lasts forever. Something undecided and unmeddled Something that lends you hopes unfettered. There is no puppet master in the reign No one who could claim the terrain. There is only peace that is all Meddling could be a word so harsh. When there is something that is unasked for The ripples travel everywhere. Apologies to God predisposed May be a testament to it.
Banters of an enamoured soul, in all shades of grey. Life. Poetry. Some Proses. Light and Dark.