When even the last recourse threatened to just wither away and fall under the deluge of despair.
When all the arguments were silenced without a syllable uttered in protest.
When words just dried up as they fell on blistering surface of reality.
When the breath of life was stifled inside by the disappointments at the hands of destiny.
Yes it was a massacre inside….
The place which was a sanctum of my dreams…
My sustenance…
The place guarded ferociously..
Garnished,Gilded and glazed vehemently…
Yes it was a death that was lived repeatedly.