Contain the heavenly skies on a paper...
Sing the pain inside to the music of fate...
Gaze at the beauty of being forgotten like a soul resting in the grave yard back of my heart...
Blessed is the Man with an ability to let go of the past with the flow of time
And contain ones thoughts in a poetry...
To be able to describe emotions like a story
Or read emotions like an open book
Man s emotions are mightier than the dark skies to be contained on a piece of paper
So intense that leave away an impression on the back of ones head...
With a Hollow tear conceived from the womb of shallow fear,
Surrounded by withering look of the eye of the World,
Trying to contain the pain in the lonely heart concealed by a wringing smile...
Oh cloud with wings of silver flying high in the blues,
Can the restless heart make terms of peace with the hopeless feather of mind,
Detached from the source of Life...!
Can the paper spread across the Worlds i live contain the Words i hear,
The things that i see playing in my dreams, but never charged of trespassing...
Contain the calm of past in the open eyes that see the noisy present,
Trying hard to pierce through the flow of time to see what awaits on the other side of the present...
Be called a fool or a nerd, when the definition of character is still being refined in the furnace of fate !!!
Contain solitude on a paper...
Playing with the shadows that know nothing about being left alone...
Beauty of woods that embrace the Lover of Heart while the fire tends not to linger in the calm of woods...
Star lit skies to dine and shine in the ruins and the palaces of the worlds within...
Words that never let go off the hands, bound by the wedding rings exchanged during the sacred matrimony...
Freedom earned whilst in struggle that brings a tear of joy...
A hollow tear born out of shallow fear...
Let it roll... Till it rolls no more...!!!
Sing the pain inside to the music of fate...
Gaze at the beauty of being forgotten like a soul resting in the grave yard back of my heart...
Blessed is the Man with an ability to let go of the past with the flow of time
And contain ones thoughts in a poetry...
To be able to describe emotions like a story
Or read emotions like an open book
Man s emotions are mightier than the dark skies to be contained on a piece of paper
So intense that leave away an impression on the back of ones head...
With a Hollow tear conceived from the womb of shallow fear,
Surrounded by withering look of the eye of the World,
Trying to contain the pain in the lonely heart concealed by a wringing smile...
Oh cloud with wings of silver flying high in the blues,
Can the restless heart make terms of peace with the hopeless feather of mind,
Detached from the source of Life...!
Can the paper spread across the Worlds i live contain the Words i hear,
The things that i see playing in my dreams, but never charged of trespassing...
Contain the calm of past in the open eyes that see the noisy present,
Trying hard to pierce through the flow of time to see what awaits on the other side of the present...
Be called a fool or a nerd, when the definition of character is still being refined in the furnace of fate !!!
Contain solitude on a paper...
Playing with the shadows that know nothing about being left alone...
Beauty of woods that embrace the Lover of Heart while the fire tends not to linger in the calm of woods...
Star lit skies to dine and shine in the ruins and the palaces of the worlds within...
Words that never let go off the hands, bound by the wedding rings exchanged during the sacred matrimony...
Freedom earned whilst in struggle that brings a tear of joy...
A hollow tear born out of shallow fear...
Let it roll... Till it rolls no more...!!!