Poem 8 : Bifacial Symphony

Thoughts come gushing

into the solemn void

Where the randomness rules

And the consciousness sleeps.

We sail through

The smelting winds of emptiness.

Wondering over the turbulence

Of a fickle mind.

We gaze upon

The pickets of memories.

Glimpses of events come

Pounding on the serene senses.

Minstrels weave the magic

And the sentinels guard the limits,

Though, satans impinge

On the pious soul.

Enigma surmounts

On the foggy dreams.

Never can I unveil

The bittersweet bifacial symphony.

-      Shashank.K.D(B.E)

Tuesday, Sept. 07^th,2010