The "etched memories" tussle with my present (pretentious) gaiety
They* tell me I cannot flow past an obstacle without building an eddy.
They* say they are 'the keeper of my heart'
That they* wont let me suffer from 'a gall-dipped dart'!
I sit confused;I thought all my worries are now very far
But they* assert that the tears dry up only after imprinting scar.
I thought I reasoned
They* show that laughter might deceive but the real smile is same for all seasons!
The uproar of busting visions break me,
The cacophonies of sworn vows depress me.
All teary I ask them* to embrace me
And they* easily lull me into my Neverland, through another Cinderella story!
And now in that trance I am weaving 'all that could be'....
*memories
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