It’s Always There

Was waiting for loneliness A fall of mighty mood Blood that flow out of streak But blemish the sincerity when touch the land It counts the worth and detects the fault None can be the deity of facts Cannot reflect or convince the blues When flows gets the touch of death Get the hope of goodness But the drop that not attained The bliss of something special Just by the moment it creased A journey from solitude to hope It precedes yet was unseen Darkness that flow out for a stipulation It’s the mighty grab of sense A stream out of dip A sigh difficult to attain Blood that expanded the theme The truth which lies always inside A wish to life and greed to live ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.