Eliot says, I wanna save you, 

But, how can you save me when you couldn’t save yourself at the first place?! 

Well, you can’t save some one who is already miserable.

This world, here this very known society has made you, me, us so miserable, 

That, we can’t be saved anymore, 

We can’t express! 

You have to become socially desirable so shall you act dumb amongst the dumbest, 

But, the desire is to act dumb, not becoming one, 

The romans used to say, be like the romans when you are in rome, 

And, there is always a Nero who doesn’t give a shit to all the burnt fouls, 

You can’t be the authentic, the original, 

They don’t like you for your very reason! 

And, see Eliot, I also don’t want you to see the real me, know me, comprehend me deeply, 

Because, the last thing, I want to see in your eyes would be pure jealousy, 

If you come closer, you will love me less, be jealous more, 

If you understand me, you will sympathize with me less, but manipulate me more, 

The last thing, I want is to loose you, 

Because in my stamp of losing connections-

I don’t want to loose you for any reason, 

So, distance can serve and save us both!

The illusion is to be the one, 

When people are always so different, 

The illusionist that’s why once claimed the show,

Disclaimer here is, “Social relation with all, personal relation to none.”

Don’t get too close, our darkness eventually gets exposed!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy