Its been long I have been trying,
Looks like wet sand,
Was in my hand,
Now slowly and gradually drying.
Realities seems just like stories,
Used to be colored,
Never seemed blurred,
Now black and white, waterless dories.
The heavy cloud inside my head,
Keeps hoping cropping,
Just like head mobbing,
Now wants by isolation to get bayed.
The thunder while raining boggles,
Says sad and sorry,
The never stoppable orry,
Now like everything it always dawdles.
It seems this is life the fiery face,
Keeping the hopes alive,
A silver lightening in the hive,
Will bring glory and brightness in coming days!
- By Sunil Kumar
