Being ridiculous and dramatic,
Without even realizing when those dramas turn into fights,
Blaming the person for not getting the drama,
Even blaming the same for getting what I meant,
Pressure, failure and ill-treat of bygone,
Bruise, damage and maltreatment of foregone,
Which was never bygone ,which was never foregone,
Which was ne’er defunct, which was ne’er extinct,
Dwelling on the past, spoiling the instant,
Mysterious about ensuing, concealed of thy solicitude,
Willing for the perfect bond although ruining it on my own,
Even after knowing acquiescent is far better than complaint,
Absurd in my own way, but I guess perfect in your way….
And hence being dramatic and ridiculous,
Even not realizing when those dramas turn into fights,
Crossing the universe of vehemence ,
Tranquilizing the soul, that balmy essence
And ridiculous and dramatic me!
Still the perfect bond, self same the alliance…
But being ridiculous and dramatic,
Even not realizing when those dramas turn into fights….
Blaming the person for not getting the drama,
Even blaming the same for getting what I meant….
And turning all realistic nightmares into memories,
And dreams and fantasies into materiality,
The only reason for Being ridiculous and dramatic…..
Thy being the sole hombre, crossing the universe of vehemence ….

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