Sometimes you find splendid hues
a rainbow from the drops of dews
you find yourself drawn towards them
you are the lost wanderer
they are the mirage,then
its all whats in your mind
you want to touch it
you want to feel it
suddenly this moment goes
and you are shocked to know
that its as pale as snow
truth is visible
but you dont wanna see it
words are audible but you dont wanna hear it
war between mind and heart
tears you apart
good seems bad
bad seems good
heart struggles with might
knows that mind is right
and in the end
as we know it
Mind wins
heart surrenders
and the whole body tenders
'cause silence replicates the tune
and the heart is now a dull dune
like a catterpillar in a cocoon
and an eclipsed moon...