akshayadas’s blog

life is a cross road,

i do not know if ever we can come across,

a cross road,

just recollect the tears that rolled down

your glistening cheeks,

pleading fervently for my survival,

our hands were tied,

our voices blocked,

we had no words… to express

before the jury,

relation on the guillotines edge,

to be chopped off for ever,

silence…silence was our only resort,

the cruel hands of destiny was not in our favour,

we were caught by the jury to be thrown in to the dungeon,

hope still persists, if we can ever meet over the crossroad,

watch each other & silently pelt glances at each other,

only if wishes could happen,

dreams could happen,

we can meet over a crossroad.