Friday, October 9, 2009


My dreams- they sail through a sky,
In a quest of the tender sunshine..
A blind conscience cries for a smile..
And a bruised body awaits a satisfaction..

A soul snarls and questions,
And vies for a piece..
And a love patrols
With the purple blotch of illusion..

A heart paints the colors of lust..
Casting an eye of sarcasm..
And there, the brain-door ajar..
With the passage of beam of healing intellect...

Still the petals get withered..
An eye of affection smiles behind..
I walk alone
In the Twilight of Salvation.


Sayandeep Kundu said...
this is the link of another team blog that i have joined recently...
this post,the earlier one are already posted in the other blog too..all posts from here on will be posted in both the blogs..

Quintessence Of Illusion said...

metamorphosis is evident............gud 1