Where shall I find serenity in the haphazard obscurity of the cold nights?
Or beneath the wrath of the scorching sunlight moving rising in and out of the shell
From the tides of the sea, or the in the pearls of the shell lying down
Looking at blazing stars or in the falling meteors like the fall, a freefall
Longing for the vigor of the shallowness I depart to the day
For the feeling inside that I fall prey, the spears were naïve but blunt
Like the falling petals so sublime like the snowfall of the November
I stumble while I dropped, like speechless I went while I spoke
More came the far it went, as was nothing to change but something
Longing for the feast of trust I flew to alien land, collapsed over
Once for once I leant for some aid, was pale as never before
The strong forms were weak for the once I was losing something
I thought but not yet was the hope I crawled inside outside
Took a breath looked around and found, fondness folding me in its grace
But was mere my reflection, was awaited for the rest, the realms of verity
Never was tested in the time of disgrace in life, but life had to stroll
A truth of verity I was about to sense and get, saw the crack of dawn
The rise and fall were all I mines, the sun pleasing away the moon
But the oscillation were only of the moon, and an eclipse just for me,
The sun played and the moon dance, but the shadow grove and spun
Was mere an embrace of disgrace that lasted for a dark short night
Charred calmness played the trick and I cricked and chooked in it
As the battle for the fly was something else, walking in the loneliness of daylight
I felt was alone but the scores of voices kept upcoming and I stood vertical
And took it right, holding my breaths I caught the coming train, rested in the domain
While the others chased their happy domain for socialization and for my realization
I had to face the tunes all on my own for once I grew pale under those eyelashes
Was going frigid over the ice cream and breeze as it was gulped in, lost the swarm
Was it nothing more than one more, a baffle of words over the steps and on wheels
The silence over the call from within to the self, and none behind the shades
The shades of colours were all fading in for the rolling the splendor,
The splendor a gem though I don’t know, but yet can’t ignore would be
The onslaught was not one but many at the ugliest moment, cornered
When a tender touch was all I looked in for, was choked for breaths
May be the disgrace and remorse was there, as imbibed not the right for the fight
The fight was never right and the new light was glowing with me charring beneath,
The ashes were building the castle of a new hope with the calculus of groupvenus….
