In the red light of desolation,
when loneliness seems less lonely;
in my crater of existence,
in my loud mind, a resonance
of lyrical thoughts,
are inking my world
with fading blots...

Glimpses of the bygone days,
as the bygoners are now gone;
feeds up the memory lane,
where the future once did dawn.

For, life and living are both meaningless,
with the lives i lived with gone;
for guns n roses (together)  ne’er  prevails,
a blind eye of the human race.

Shadows of those caravan camps,
Haunt those blood red lands;
red roses crown the graves,
lost are those men as slaves.

Aimed for peace,
Aimed for love;
war killed thine aim.
Roses over graves,
Roses for love;
both are not the same.

With whom to share the victory marks?
friends, family, (too)many gone;
for guns and roses can ne’er cross roads,
as one uproots and the other sows.

Sitting in my room,
i stare sharp at sky;
a mountain of dreams
i see, as clouds floating by.
Stars on the backdrop twinkle to me,
as a ray of hope in the darkness i see.

Passerby, moving figures,
are just a waste;
you'll loose your clouds
just by a glimpse in haste.
If lost, you still have time to learn;
next day, next night, your clouds will return..