A star well beyond his imagination,
Leaps through thoughts and its objectification,
A circle, where the journey holds
The shape, where the emotion unfolds,
Every line, drawn to retract
Each thought, called to extract!
Our blind gesture, waiting for authority
Our stranded vision, fulfilling every priority,
His lapsing thought, the only ally
Carrying the burden, only to dignify,
His actions – they wait,
Only to climb through our broken fate!
When the stars guide you
The clouds remain silent!
When the wind stops you
The rain becomes reliant!
When the light chases you
The sky speaks for the tyrant!
Those isolated blue skies
Cornered beneath his eyes,
Those forgotten clouds
Pushed across their shrouds,
Those unheard cries
Left to crucify the lost lies,
Signs graved upon the ceiling
In the name of a provider,
Who marks a step, partly appealing!
His cringe worthy yet deceiving crusader
Lures and later bends
While he still marches and mends!
Paradoxical illusion, an unknown entity
Psychological commotion, its known sanity
These words, taken from a satire
Seen under the cloud of vicious fire,
Expressions, marked by expectations
Crossed under parallel narrations!
The 21st Hour 