Let time create its own saga
In this hazy half lit world
Timed by an ageless hourglass
Awashed in a flamboyant style
My perfect imperfections
Meandering in half lit alleys
my blunt edges stare
down and around my moods
I am a bit crazy maybe..
Yet soothing and captivating
in the warm ambient lighting
A trigger captured my eyes
A smile that reaches deep inside
such is nature’s beauty
Light kindled with burning fire of desire
Night is like a black stone sapphire
Freedom is all I want…
Pains never venture to leave me alone
The world is changing…for change is around me
Like a spy of sorts I drift past…
i am one with no regrets
have I thought about this.. well
When mind is fearless… head turns high
My hands seek perfection in fruitfull service.
My voyage seems to have no end…
Old fears die with exhaustion..
Nothing is static… how can I be
Whispers say nothing can touch me
Something like perfection…oh stay with me
pathmaker is breaking stones,
gentle wind blows over dusty road
The prince clad in cashmere
steps out of the chariot
Alien to the world strayed
with a golden harp in hands
Like the night with starry vigil
seeing him with head bent low
Melody breaks, mind is filled
with vague sadness
the heart is again clamorous
he says “art thou for real”
sheetal sharma 