Beautiful
BEAUTIFUL I can think about the world , but not myself From meadows to dusk The travel never ends Threads so sharp and prickle Like walls with thorns attached Mild dreams from horrifying to insane Sometimes I wake with shock And sometimes I linger and linger with nothing to escape Reflections from mirror or the play which just began Several parts and audience of strays Seldom I have control over myself But mostly it just stays Like a spectator with million of trains To interact to communicate Mayn't be the best of gifts I have But whatever happens it's the shadow which stays Observing the ambiance sprinkling stars over maze A glass full of emotions which never ends I slide I glide I run I fight Imagination ruling over stage Reciting the dialogues full of power beauty and grace A pain reminding the gap An empty room echoing in every possible ways To held to embrace and to reside in someone's lap With a heart never willing to stop Whatever the ...