Sunday, September 30, 2012

Colored Lenses

I walk alone, I look wide  far;
The world is blue & truly par,
I cross the fence & sprint towards the setting sun,
Still the world seems so very blue,
And just this feeling that its not true,
I stop a while & realise,
That I ve been a fool all this while,
Then I take off my little colored lenses,
My lil colored lenses........


Saturday, September 8, 2012

Enigma

A mystery of sorts,
a discovery awaited,
an angel or demon:
still to be noted.
An enigma with reason,
an intrigue without any,
if fire were cool,
it might not be a treason.
Silent compassion,
shy reluctance,
if all these are fun,
just lose all caution.
A secret untold,
a desire unkempt,
an affair or not:
passion might unfold.


An engima, a puzzle or whatever you call it,
it remains unsolved and waits for an answer......