Treasure Island

Chetan Tehlan

(15-08-1995 / new delhi 73)

Prey & the predator


Its so dilusional
Yu cant feel the touch
beneath your fingers
even if yu can
Yu know, it wont be the same
The same, when yu had it back then,
Cuz sometimes yu couldnt have it all
So yu live in the pieces
Managing every step from the fall
See beneath your touch; its there
Your soul,
You can either be magestic with it or foul
I kinda depends on your role; that yu play
Make emends or decay
With every shining hopes of ray
Yu comes hard and stronger everyday
but you are never gonna know
Whose hands were those?
A predator or a prey.

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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