Long ago on a new chilled morning When I passed through the gate of Infinity Urge to go inside suddenly hit on me
A little red lady was the one who saw that “Don’t go inside” was all she said I ignored her by throwing back a smile ‘She was right’ I realized after stepping to the first tile
Now the only aim was to find the way back I thought no one can live here in a strange mysterious land
At first I was shocked to see that grey man But then I considered he is also finding the way back to his home land
I caught him up and said “I am also searching for the same as yours” He laughed and replied “I have been here for all these years” His laugh was not like the one of merry Deep inside there lived a cry for Infinity
Deciding not to stop there I met a tad On seeing me as if he became not-so-glad There he was needed a new enemy But instead he used the word friend, an ugly truth of infinity.
I observed every little thing of my mates Ironically their heart of hate well suited their love showing face
Happy cry, loving hate, glad jealously, and ripped wings The land here has all these amazing things
Living in this land took years of many But still searching for the road ending Infinity.
Drowning in my blood the vampire had the lapse of consciousness. I embraced the night without moon. Why does it happen day in and day out? You allowed the blood sucking which was the choice for unanswering of unpleasent questions.
My life was a bit of a calamity, I was on a loosing spree, nothing I could foresee, thinking, is this it for me? Then flash a glimpse of Infinity. Still, I wad walking a tightrope, head hanging down, I
Hey, someone ask my heart…. What’s the reason for its beating…. Only one sound will come from it…. My love has come to stay in it. …. Hey, someone ask my breath…. What’s the reason of passing through me.. .
This world has a large crowd of shadows Substances innumerable with their density Relative to their actions For everything has life with assigned actions Light symbolizes virtues While darkness vices So why shadows are always dark Even though shedding of
It was a place of echos and fragrance of spring.. Gentle like the weightlessness of clouds It was just about me and you being free.. Free from these mysterious doubts. Behind every place of refuge.. Plunged a maddening familiarity of