The Truth

When the poetic hands creates the verses

The mind takes a stand still in time

Taking you away to that distant land

Where the sun shines through the crowded trees

Finding yourself alone in the crowd

Where the shadows echo chants unknown

And you stand there numb, alone and cold

For you know now you are torn apart

And you look back and see yourself

All in hues of black and gray

In pieces and shattered around

Running away from the fiery truth

Just an escapism to the realms of eternal reality

To be free from the unending race

That seeks the treasure at the rainbows end

Not knowing its all just a mirage

Which will disappear at the blink of  an eye

Reviews

[Neon]

Once again you did a great job... I saw that your emotions always stay with you and well transformed into the frame of deep words .. who always come from your heart. An excellent job. Keep on.

[zainul]

Well penned.
Enjoyed reading.

[chea]

Thank you

[zainul]

You are welcome.