Pic credit- Mayuri Srivastava, Location-Nainital (Uttarakhand ,India)

I have written this poem (or song) called trespass for my life , to be my companion in my happy and tough times because together we can fight external enemies and heal our internal wounds.

Hope you will like it.

Far from city's thunder,
we had a place of our own,
we build a castle in sand ,
and called it home.

Nothing to hide ,
nothings to rewind,
our minds floating in the sky,
with our bare feet and a glass of wine.

Your hands in my hand,
we trespassed the forbidden land,
to catch our dreams,
where woods grew wild,
and sky extended to infinite.
Your hands in my hand,
we sang off-key,
and rowed our boat,
to trespass the land so forlorn.

Far from city's deceiving lights,
we had our fireflies and moon.
Amidst city's darkness,
we had a blaze of our own.

Crest and trough,
barbed wires and thorns,
our claws made of steel,
but felt light like the leaves in the sea.

Your hands in my hand,
we trespassed the forbidden land,
to catch our dreams,
where woods grew wild,
and sky extended to infinite.
Your hands in my hand,
we sang off-key,
and rowed our boat,
to trespass the land so forlorn.

Love me life like I love you,
Standing together we can crack their dagger,
we can seal the holes in our door,
and trespass the land so forlorn.
So let's paint a canvas of our own,
our brush flowing the way we like,
and not guided by their fears,
and twisted lies.

Give me your hands my life,
because standing together,
we can trespass land so forlorn.

~Mayuri Srivastava~