LOVE - A MANNEQUIN(plagiarising my friend mradul)

the 'yesterdays' are so easy to forget as if,
not a day was yesterday...
the 'todays' become 'yesterdays' as if,
not a yesterday was a today...
a day hard to remember,
just a night to look for...
each one is chasing 'itself',
sometimes in fear and sometimes in inquisition,
yet everyone is ignorant...
its been a while for those forgotten 'yesterdays',
to have turned 'todays'...
really, its been a while when they both confronted,
to embellish and to garnish those 'yesterdays'...
this oblivion is not so oblivious,
someday the chase will be over,
love would not be a perception,
instead a conviction...
their would be cuddlings to cherrish and,
moments to mesmerize...
times to cry, times to smile,
for someome who was once really special...
an instant intimidastion because of those,
whose voice stops echoing,
with the three words,
as it echoed in those 'yesterdays'...
they live for eternal ecstasies,
enter into a trans trance...
really they live cheap and fast and,
make LOVE A MANNEQUIN...