Dont ask me what is right,Dont tell me what is wrong.
Today I see through the clouds,
All the places I could have gone.
The morning sun shines bright,
The little stars blink at night;
But when the clouds doom upon,
There are shades of gray, no black or white.
The inviting surf and the mighty peaks,
The lush green with all its creepy sheath,
I wish to forget; and ask them to forgive
'Coz now I open my eyes & wash the blinding dreams.
Drop of elixir which was meant to quench;
Choked my breath and drowned my soul.
But the pheonix rose from the ashes again
There may not be any jewels as yet, but im back on my hunt for the precious stone.
