The Tilted heart.
The darkness has been erased , by sunlight ,gradually.
My map is in pieces ,I have taken a wrong turn surely.
But.. I desire to go where my heart is tilted .
The Horizon is too confusing,I dont know why.
All I know is ,I always wanted to fly.
I knew my heart is tilted...
I have burned my tiny wings,Beacuse I had to cross life 's bridge by walk.
I did it ,Just to avoid what they talk.
But my heart is still tilted...
On monday morning,I do look in mirror.I forgive myself for not looking in my eyes.
I never ask that thoughts to rise.
But they rise coz my heart is tilted....
I look at my left wrist, for time,and not to measure the angle between two pins.
,I have had got on wrong trains so many times.
Oh , yes,but My heart is tilted....
I know ,I never been where my heart is tilted.
I am standing on the wrong hill, I dont know why for which you envied and greeted.
I used to look outside from my room ,mostly rainbows.
But ,now my glassed cabin doesnt have windows.
Oh yes but my heart is tilted....
The death of hopes and dreams passed without funeral.
They called it 'life' in general
Oh I must not forget my heart is tilted... ....