Wings Of Hope

Wings Of Hope

Windows wide open,

Curtains exist fallen

Grills worn, yet engulf's night

In the shade of sun, his bright light.

Is it my plight that blinds me ?

or is it the plague of life, that binds me?

walking in the path of life

treading on this sleek edge of a butcher's knife

A step off this one dimentional track

its a sudden fall into a bottomless crack

Wings of hope emerge out of nowhere,

Despair, Despair, Despair, settles everywhere

Ascending i land atop the same knife

Balancing and falling with every strife

All was gone, struggle done

But its now back to square one

Redundancy thats ever shocking

Untill the Grim Reaper's swing...

Changed Directions

As i hit a wall with jokes and poems humourous

I c myself think- whats next?

that is when i decide to decide

What will follow, is my natural form of text

The things i scribe, things i wanna convey

Things dark or partly grey

Things i intend to display

Though generally what comes my way

As i'd like to word it

Life's black nor white

nor is it filled with colors bright

Yes,its grey, the guess's right

hence from the darkness

Of this fortunate life

I bring to u a few sights

Light, or darn sharp as a knife

With an intent to continue

Making it worth ur time

With hopes to make it a blend

Well, worth atleast a dime

Mistake not, this to be the ultimatum

Prior disclaimer still holds good

All that you see are barely

A few thoughts that rise above the hood