Sunday, 15 April 2012

Smokes from the Silhouette

The times that I spend alone are scary
Ghosts from the past keep me wary

Like a shadow which follows the light
The vast emptiness always in the sight

With an experience, what once was unthinkable
Everything ever, seems all dysfunctional

Left in shambles and with travesty
All that you get, for your honesty

No more sunshine in the park
The white sky turns pitch dark

With a spine of Integrity that never flips
Sooner I discover, it was just an eclipse

Moving forward is the only way
Surprises await at the mystery bay

The brightness within, has got no poverty
Happiness is not a restricted property!


  1. "Happiness is not a restricted property!" - that is the best line of them all and sounds familiar :)