Nov 24, 2012

Written are with pen, useless are erasers

  














I can catch the time as it flows slow
But it never fits the place, slips off
I drew the caricature of my life
A beautiful, colourful melodrama
When it hides the vision of future
It could see through the walls of past
Pain is that of needles struck?
Or cuts of the lifeline artistically
Measures of morality keeps on changing
But the culture never belittle the truth
Booming Sound of broken pieces
Heart melted, sucked is my blood...
Fingers crossed, destined to welcome
Written are with pen, useless are erasers