There is symphony in this tyranny,
You play me like the ghost notes,
Unheard yet ponderous, it signifies,
If not so try letting me go.
Into the unknown we travel untold,
Bright nostalgic colours blind us,
An orchestra of emotions flow
And into the infinite we want to go.
Dreams do differ, beings do alter,
Only to chase the hope in life,
The quintessential amour,
Nowhere can it be found than in us.


The unbiased tranquillity through hope,
Raises impudence.
Not a speck of qualm can I raise for this perseverance.
We're bound by no ambit,
But only that of the tender attachment,
Lets try and keep what we've raised,
Hope it doesn't erase.
Banish those dark deductions,
Help yourself with bright inclinations,
Life's all it, to crawl through the clouds
To see a bright tomorrow.