"Twines of melancholy"

That feeling which binds my heart to score,

The numbers of love who tricks the door:
Enthrallingly envelopes the key to my lock,
and enters the forbidden space of my life without even a knock.

It makes a belief of another era and different time,
when the gliding breeze gives indistinct music to my wind chimes.
But the metaphor of life is only a feeling,
the personification doesn't change the verity of the meaning!

Oh it is this living period and today is the same old but another,
and the tragedy can only fade away leaving scars for us to bother..
We ain't here to compare which ones have dug deeper,
for inside the skin its the same 'Pain' of whose brain and heart are keepers.

Pensiveness of little threads makes the clothe more complicated,
for the moments once gone are in memories duplicated...
These are those who easily gets added and with cost in the shopping trolley,
called as entangled 'Twines of melancholy'

- Aditi Gandhi.