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.