when.......

my hands high touching the blue sky
like a firewall, i abandon the burnt out tries,
and i yell high and loud, for ears to lissen,
for drums to beat,
for voices to hide,
for mentors to seek;
in nutshell of mine, i linger around in wastage of time,
and my head bangs and bangs and bangs;

smiles, in my cries, like colors of rainbows, i fly
in same words of mine, with no new hue, with same fading senile,
catch me in sunlight, hold me near ur burning inside,
i am destined to sparkle like a topaz in distasteful brine;
life in rhythm lissens to old songs, sings the forgotten note,
 hold them not, they will crumble the smoothness of ur soul in their silhouette..

hiramalik