By Anshul Verma
When the pulse beats fast
And sweats drips on to nose
~Sigh~
I know it’s time for “truth bombs”
The one I didn’t ask for
Hail to mighty thoughts
Hail to always right to my wrong
‘If only’ thoughts starts to creep
When the rant goes on and on
Oh wait!
Now off to my la la land
My heart has accrued
To all my aggression and faults
It is null and void
In equal to foul angst-storm of yours