The hearts are not at right pace All those matters of space ,those set on some pattern Revolving though,;; But my heart not at pace So does of the millions others.... The tails holding of elephant herd In the fields Unsettling too... The trembling of voices And serenity Has taken place the shambles And the ruins this time are murrmuring, Burning slowly! This heat is sinister than the flames itself And erupted volcanoe, Trenching trembling the level of horizon On demise of so many young souls Under its cover They reaching to sky But sky still mourns on earth loosing its precious Ahh!!!!!! I have been taught in this time the lessons That havent been taught in centuries The herat has turn old in days so little Age has become just the number And the greyness has enveloped the souls like dark wolves!
Now even the clouds if rain I dnt feel it Its not called monotony Or rampedness Time has shown that it can run anticlockwise And diruption will be more on souls than rocks could ever asked for in their capacity....
The emptiness is getting rapid And earth is creating more space For graves to be encarved The sadness is echoing in streets like trumpet blowing orchestra The songs of deads are mellowing the alives The time is strange my friend , more in melancholy is my heart And when hearts wrap thmeselves in pain Than you have no escape And no place to go!!