I opened my eyes
When thunders flashed the skies.
The darkness had suffused
When I was battered ,
A ray of hope was flashed
To leave me flattered.

Around the cliff
I saw a creek ran along
,
It’s inhabitants ready to find a wrong
Disappointment ran through me
Seeing the throng.

In the distant point
I decided myself to appoint.
Through a shaggy bridge
To life’s battlefield.

The bridge was clearly discomposed
But still reliability choose this broken bridge
For to my eyes it looked rigid.

I never knew
How I was flung across .
To stop I tried my best
But my efforts were a waste.


Though my mesmerised eyes found it rigid
They hadn’t checked the rope.
Even then I didn’t loose my hope
For I was blind in trust like the pope.

At last as I couldn’t stop
I made my hop.
The last moment deceived
I understood I was a peeve.
I had nothing to do
But drop in the hands of the avenue.

Then what happens I don’t need to say
When within the hands of society I lay.
My soul dipped in despair’s bay
I never had something further to convey.

These aren’t mere memories
Ain’t just happenings.
They are emotions
In disguise of metaphors.

Whom these metaphors refer
It need not be told.
For in this world
I prefer to keep the fold.