And Then

 

When you just cannot sleep.

Trust;

Your strings.

Hold on;

Your dreams.

For what all they may promise,

Shall be a facade.

For nothing in this world, 

Has a fixed date.

Apart,

from the cycle of birth. 

And

 Far, 

beyond the wheel of death. 

Let me find you a place,

Where you'll find 

both

Heaven and hell.

But,

Still

Fasten your strings

As much as you can.

For,

You may not

Hold on the things

As per the plan.

Fine!

Take a sip of that coffee.

That you always lured.

But, 

mind you

It's the same 

Topping that you

Never

Wanted to hold.

Hold on for the time,

While

I

Serve you the platter.

 But, 

Then

You ask me 

What's the matter?

Never has been such a day,

When sky was so blue.

Ever looked behind the ocean?

And 

Let,

Him tell you

Who's who?

Now,

Just don't ask me.

What did you 

Just do.

For,

I've always been

Folded blind.

When 

I 

Ever

Walk along you.