Halt

What do I have to tell,

Saying what I mean is probably

Ending the first Probability of acceptance of my resume for your life

Not saying what I mean, 

Is totally fine, 

But the lust for books and the passion-driven towards Dictionaries has been 

Pathetic, but something which can help this brain life

As of now, gates of resurrections are broken down 

So are my walls

I have fought many wars 

And have seen many wins

But to satiate the spirit, 

There's no cause 

In a war, I can win

Of the days of the past

And the men who are the past,

I have stayed until the present, 

But will not let this body of mine 

Time goes on to the future,

Then be it without my heart here

My soul will hold onto my beating heart, 

While it gets ripped holding together the gap

For now, I have to sink the vessel of the soul,

so that it can set sail for a new one   

I lay down cutlass and say Parley for I know that,

The side of the parallel will not, nay never align