Hiding beneath the layers of masks, lies a little child with innocent eyes and golden heart. This masquerade has been prolonged for far too long. The heart craves for freedom and the mind its peace, may be the ulterior universe has it all!
May be one day, the oppressed strength, the unshed tears and the suppressed emotions find their way back, to stand tall against the injustice, that started it all!
May be one day, the cowardly brave evolves into a lion heart.
May be one day, this piercing hopelessness shapes into acceptance and faith.
May be, just may be, one day, life is what it is and not the romanticisation of pain and hope.