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.
3 years ago