The perception of a manifestation
That appeals to all unknown,
Is beyond all brimming thoughts,
Transcending a path unrivalled.
Lamenting about the by-gone times,
Ushers a wave, dark and devil,
Sweeping over fresh blossomed moments,
With memoirs becoming memories.
The yearn for love and a heart,
Is kicked with a foot of hatred
And its unmade dent of emotions
Is filled with tears- never meant.
It spreads its arms of bliss
Into which the way can never be traced;
And it stands there-patiently,
Knowing I can never trace my way through!
I stand there before an unseen materialization
With scars being healed by wounds
And sorrows, by tears
For, I never can understand its tune,
Which is a pitch both high and low!