My Mortgaged Heart

Was I just dreaming to lend my heart to the lease?

For ravenous people around me, just like poor Antonio trapped in the pound flesh quake.

The squall, harshes, imaginings have enough blended to lose my composure. Mind?

Thy has no constant boundaries or trails.

As the train loses track, swept into the deadly pool,

I am being trained to believe I have no privacy.

Honeyed gossipings, life-hacking encounters.

The social lines are hijacked and cracked 

Life has been a shattered glass.

The pieces of which you try to fit in any block.

That will be an ever-unsettled mind!