Struck before i knew
Struck before it began aching
Warm and fury before i knew
I was love struck before i knew.
Forbidden though a few times
discovering my strikes and rights
"To find my true self "
I went on to wander
I paled
Felt sick before i knew.
I reasoned him Why
He questioned me a Why
I fail to understand
I am love struck Again and Again.
Hit and broke again and again..

Touched and Broken
Touched and Sliced
Touched and Cut into pieces
No more and Not much 
cannot bear more
its the expectations that crib not I
No more in a cradle can i play anymore
I need not hide..
Not that i cannot walk 
But its only your hand that i want to hold and walk.
no matter how much i brake 
even if i slice myself
Cut myself into pieces 
I may never be able to walk besides you..
Its True..