Tuesday, April 14, 2009

I open a book of my fortune..
I go through the pages of intellect....
I step on the shoes of lust...
And,I go on...
walk along the pavement for endless miles...
I search for someone to show me the way..
And,I presume,I'm creeping through the door of salvation!
But,this ain't a relief...
This can't change the Grey fabric..
I hear the cry;
And I get scared.
I try to hold nerves...
Yet,the drumbeats make me puzzled...
A distortion.....
of thoughts,of obsession,of weeping conscience!!
The strings emitting the tune of agony..
And,I swim against the waves of ferocity.......

It's no less intense
It's no more dilute..
these are the wounds of impatience..
the strokes of hazy paint of love on the dusty canvas...
I know not where to stop..
But I know I have to move..
I'm destined to roll a stone,too moist..
..moist with the tears of grief..
forever....
I'm here to fight my fortune..
So I go through the pale pages of my book....
I complete,
I close,..
But I can't stop.
And the motion can't cease....

1 comment:

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

Vel ya creation truely reflects ya intellect..............n ta d reader d lines simply tickles his/her intellect...............gud job.....