Scribblings from the past...looks like a nice name for this piece of art(my art  : D)

Again, I don't know how much you can relate to it or can't relate at all...but do put in comments for me to improve, as that's whta i want to do  : D  (Are there any chances for that???)


I search for the moments,
when i'll be with
The most cherished, most awaited...loneliness.
I am alien to me
I feel myself when she speaks about me

Mirror shows the appearance, but is that me
isn't it confusing, but i am not confessing

Bad is all there,,,and it eats up good
but not for good...
and when i saw it reflect in her...i ponder

shaken i was but roots are deep of the devilry
and a lightining may shake it away
through her...i hope
and i will be afresh again
new as a new born

free of my sineous ways, pouring down the burden of my deeds in her eyes
that would be my love
and my life will have aim

aimless as i flow with the wind of life
this may not happen, let me find the purpose of these moments
bestowed on me by the gracious almighty.

he has enabled me to flow in this world all the good things
that each should have or should dream of

For now, bad shows off from the eyes, of mine,
but is it bad...or may be just the transformation phase for a man
from a sinner to someone clean...as snow white
Similar to lotus in mud...
pure to the thought and will to shake the shackles of all rusted bonds
that hold me...for now...