Coated Gold
The widest smile fills your face, atleast till they turn their back, Then the grimness hiding right behind, proudly comes back, Not just the face, it claims more than its share of your mind, Confident enough, to this defection, everyone
Ascension
The clock may have stopped, but time still goes on, And always more of the road, appearing from the horizon, The moments seem but milestones running out of distance, As you strive to extract more from life than existence. You
Messengers Of Mortality
At the break of dawn, life has already begun, Amidst the victor and vanquished, the task is half done, Those unfortunately alive, are pre-occupied with the dead, To notice the direction in which to futilely head. The unborn generations would
A Bride’s Farewell
You are the brow of a tide, in our happy family’s song, Glimpses of you, in our memory shall remain eternally long, Bedecked in finery, you’ll soon be drawn away to your abode, The worthiness of a Bride’s Farewell and
Chasm
When the silence sets in, on a world darker than the night, Every word sets out, in search of that elusive spark of light, They fervently search every word the mind can harbour, And find their quest for sound, getting