Sometimes they whisper in colors
At other in the gray of life
A remembrance in flashes of memory
Or in the wordless reasons light
Let silence be my call to thee
Waiting for your one glance to me
My words are hooked by dignity
Or Is it the illusion of pride?
Amidst the flow of egoistical trash
Standing stunned in vortex of time
Will me to be a flexible self
To be the lover of sublime
In free ocean let sail began
With no regret of the past
Drifting towards the new beginning
With wisdom’s song in tranquil heart………….