Holding a pen,forgot to write
Glaring and seeking the shadows
And my insight could tell me only
The heart has dune with misty fog
Pathways of mine arent familiar,neither the souls surrounding me..
Only the haze is all around;
folding myself standing alone
Glow of green leaf is lost somewhere
Flowers got alien to scatter aroma
Dead branches of silence are doing but only;
breaking the mirrors deep down inside
Catching upon the bubbles of hope;
all i am is empty-handed
As if the Guider has given the glum
How bizzare, those hands of mine!
when trying to burst those bubbles of hope
knowing the fact that except of those;
An arduous journey is devoided of life...