A vortex of emotions
Humming us all in, into beyond infinity
Isn’t vanity a staple in life?
Who are you, inside the armour?
What holds you beneath that mask?
If a storm were to wash us all away;
Like fishes in the yummy Indian curry
What colour shall I look for?
The moon doesn’t tell; perhaps he bluffs
Oblivious to something so indigent
The sun and the stars don’t know either
It takes forever to find you, trodden somewhere in the dusty alley
Nature sings for me, perplexed you wonder
Nothing shines at my beck & call
And my own eccentricity lacks the colour desired
But I have a scent of my own
An emotion of love, as fallible as it gets.
Placid & inexplicable; quite not as its known.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 10:15 AM UTC
A vortex of emotions
Humming us all in, into beyond infinity
Isn’t vanity a staple in life?
Who are you, inside the armour?
What holds you beneath that mask?
If a storm were to wash us all away;
Like fishes in the yummy Indian curry
What colour shall I look for?
The moon doesn’t tell; perhaps he bluffs
Oblivious to something so indigent
The sun and the stars don’t know either
It takes forever to find you, trodden somewhere in the dusty alley
Nature sings for me, perplexed you wonder
Nothing shines at my beck & call
And my own eccentricity lacks the colour desired
But I have a scent of my own
An emotion of love, as fallible as it gets.
Placid & inexplicable; quite not as its known.
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