i stood at the shore with a fist full of sand,
i wanted to know the wind blew to which land
i wished i cud fly away with the sand grains
break all human bonds , forget all restrains.
the solitaries perhaps forced me to wish so,
away from this company where else could i go.
i spoke with an image , that i could see in thin air,
flawless, painless so beautiful , so fair.
suddenly through the black clouds there peeped a streak of lightning
illuminating the firmament for a second that was fleeting..
how innocent is darkness around us that is present
just one streak of light and darkness is non-existent
yet it prevails around for long enduring hours,
so helpless it is , with nothing called power.
similar is the plight of the solitaries that crown me ,
one “smile” is enough, solitaries will have to flee.
a golden season takes wing , fly back sweet memories from past,
seldom does it happen to me ,with you in mind , i’m lost.