Feasible Fantasy1 min 47 1 min 47
Life is a moving cloud,
Human, being a bubble of the shroud .
Reality condensed into moments,
The collision of guilt and atonements!
As the wind blows and the sun hides,
Life cries and soul guides.
Bottle breaks so vapour leaks,
Heavens sigh and hell creaks.
Abode is blotched with a hoax ,
Rainbow washed with white strokes!
Loud roars and lucid drools,
Where lightning hits mighty rules.
Sky happens here all meet,
Glistening hands into a web of deceit!
Distant like the raging horizon,
Yet a tangible minor abrasion.
Ringing lights of a misty dream,
Churning cycle of mortals though supreme!
And then another breeze hails,
Parallel foam but a different form sails!
Fragile as a bubble of shroud,
Undying as a tale read aloud!