Naam Me Kya Rakha Hai?

I've lost my muse to my dear heart, Which know nothing but love.  It kept knocking on the door of expectations not knowing it was a path to get hurt.  But you my friend were a locked chamber of secrets, A glowing goblet of fire; Abridged with the warmth of body wrapped in the chains and stinging wires.  I've lost my muse to circumstances that were beyond my repair,  Which only introduced me to the world's endless despair; To the wound that my heart could not heal,  My feelings that you could not feel, My muse took me to the world where he stood happy looking at me bleed.  Once who touched me so wild, now keeps his hands off me,  Oh you don't have an idea of my pain when his body was just 'trying hands on me',   But I still boast his scratches on my heart as precious as 'the last judgment' of Michelangelo, I still relive him in me, like you are hooked to the Adele's song, 'Hello'.  While his muse cha

There's a fight within me and I'm unable to decide. Am I desperate or not?  Desperate to be in a situation through which I've witnessed my different ages of attraction or desperate to stay the way I am in the world of imaginations.  Am I greedy or not?  Greedy to have that one little thing, which has hurt me till the core of the entire universe or to let the other world experience what is it to see a meteor coming towards you but still watch it?  Am I obsessed or not?  Obsessed with the fact that universe will have to fit my bright future in the frame that I have designed on my heart's wall or is it my over empowering emotion that takes the toll on me and keeps me Obsessed with the pain I have harboured over the years.  There's a fight within me where I tangled myself in the web of the world, knitted with self-doubts and so much of stress.  There's a fight where I see a lot like me, finding their way out through the same questio