Maybe Myself

may be finding myself on the road of the mist,
admiting my revenges, on that flawless track
feels like world had weighed me, I was on the list
up there till I admit, I not there with the best
stopped by the indeed, power of what is to be happened
maybe myself, I was thy, holly grail is damp in its own
sublime shall be grooving, and rest is rest, own its ungoon

can my thunder thresh the glass,
or it can express my best,
worst told me what is my next,
best is something I never cought
running down, the people on me,
like they owe me the breath of regrets, but not when they are lost
maybe myself, I was not worth,
my legacy is what expects(excepts), all on the dearth

lonelyness knocked my doors,
my slack dosent matter, I am on the shore
where waves may come, and stay till noon
standing on my last step,
lands are over
on my 11th hour, am I gone now,
may be in an hour
strings slaped the traps, on thy face
face it, no matter if you phase
slack will be build on the road of mist,
cracks will be filled with love and power of will
maybe myself, I was in the lead
in the motion of my own stations, stars we with me, moons perpetuation
told me things, for these own, lonley might be word for thy own

tendency tied to the winds
winds binding to stings, actual price for convince
all the as fake as heaven
lets see hell, what are you so afraid,
what yours cant collaborate with unequal
like the hands of the gloves, and shoes for the legs
ample for me, is what I have
maybe mylsef was not the nest, to the birds that I confessed
sublime shall, NO!, it must confess,
I finally got what I was looking for,

now there are no regrets

by- Eklavya Bhardwaj
for- you(you know who you are)