Hush you grey clouds,
today the waters shall abate,
like a thunder you say,vapid butterflies
shall fly away
free from the earth
somewhere they make merry
Hush you insensate emotions
my sweet canvass awaits for me
with some bubbles of faith,
and some roses of hope
I shall re-colour you grey cloud,
with the deepest of pure tremor.
Much crimson shades exists,
reverie of music dream like stunts,
Here I go,only to know,the zigzags of this era holds my breaths,
Brush harder and see,shake a twig,
remove the filth,
adore the formation,
as I move ahead,
casting the shadow,
through the words I eat,
like the ultimate breakfast,
I create and create,
the unflagging shakes.
The solitude rose like ashes,not calm anymore..
She knew the past carvings on her soul,
was about to turn into a beautiful landscape.