White rings from my lips,
Diaphram struggling behind the ribs,
Behind the veil thinking I stand,
With six (fingers) in my hand.
Misty mornings, dusty dusks, spooky nights,
Passed before my dizzy eyes,
When sailed I in the wind so mesmerising,
To know the wrongs and not the reasons.
Crazy I felt within my head,
Forgot those promises,
Vanished those dreams,
Banishing me from my world.
Those wuthering heights beckoned me,
When illusions guided my ignorance,
Ashes fell behind, burning my five,
Reminding me the remains : Remains of a lost glory.
The smoke that filled my room,
Made me so rude,
When I felt the past so clear, the present so near,
But the future I fear, when I hold it near.
The deceiving words, the dejecting looks,
Flashed the lost glory,
Lost was the lustre,
When the loser awaited his last win (Death).
No more fumes in air,
When the broken bonds try to fall back in vain
I am late,
The Grey & White ashes kiss my forehead.
~Trilok~
The Nth Sense 