Tuesday, November 16, 2010

When sidereal day ends,
With badge and books owned;
Left abandoned ,
In the heart of night,
When it is dark in lights;
The most unstable element,
Carves to reach deeper into oceans,
In search of a true spirit ,
A guarding grit,
That instills a new dawn;
Where Grey shall turn to pink,
But a yet deeper intuition;
Let mind rules coal and ice,
For like a drug fanatic ,
It reaches for Cliff-Hanger
,

But something was incomplete in that yet a complex puzzle
half solved

AND THAT WAS SOMEONE TO HOLD ON TO