Sunday comes, another evening leaves..

another page in the calendar gets wasted,

piled off as another garbage in this notional world of ours... 

for us, it will be the reunion of two longing souls,

trapped in the world of pride and misery,

arbitrated by our intellectual minds..

thinking of judgement even in a trial beforehand..

Existing in a future that, not only has it roots in the past, 

She made the past to be her future..

and when this comes to an end.. she may not know how to step forward

and escape the pain she completely fell in love with.. 

nothing much to say..

just a minor hate letter..