My Ways

Sometimes I seems walking,

Over the bows that colors the sky.

Sometimes I dreams of a day 

That breaks the shadows of death.

Up the mountains,I see a narrow valley of blood,

Flowing through the meadows.

A fountain of blood ,deep in my throat,

That awakes me from a sweet dream

A dream of vultures and hyenas.

Small rays of hope,flowers my life

To the fullest of its own kind.

Pieces of enlightenment,makes me mad

That are  more to tolerate my empty spaces!!!!

Needles so sharp that,

They prickled my toes and senses.

Wake me to the dreams of reality,

That shatters the path of hopelessness.

This is what I consider for me,

To the precious moments of my life.

Somethings, sometimes arouse me,

And fetches me the brightest of stones.

To throw at the enlightened world,

That makes me an instrument of the failures.

Down to the toes,I feel the rythm,

The ever youthness of its footsteps.

Ringing like an alarm,

To make me believe that all around are Hooligans.....

The one's trying to betray,

The filaments of self-respect,

Is this the time for a change?

A time for ever glazing dew drops?

That sticks on the leaf tips.

So,this the time my dear,

To make the heaven opened for me...

Wait and wait...to make me believe,

That I am on the altitude of attitude....