Erode, you, my dear most play mates, Stop hiding in the thick of my blood, allowing my little self die in the forceful under current, sweeping away all my dearest, subtlest and painful plateaus of love and sorrow. Dear inmate, the chamber you reside is my little home, where I made my mates sleep, swear I promised to wake them up when the world sleeps.
The restless movements you initiate vibrations, pricking in every inch of my mind, the sting inflicting my sane self. Dear occupant, show yourself to my mocking mates, come out to fix me up. Oh!my mind is tired of bearing the weight, still, I continue to hide it remembering that every thing has its own time, my time has not yet arrived, now it's almost my TIME TO PACK UP, from my world of responsibility. The inner soul of mine is shattered to such an extent that it yells for an ERUPTION!