Perforation

 http://lawyerasad.blogspot.in Perforation I sit on the aisle for eternity’ Passers-by smiling at me; I am used to the tinkles’ in my bowl, My sense dictated by my ears.
I do not long for a dream; My dreams are darker; Imaginations in time and space are obscure, Seeking eternity- panacea and my only cure.
My stick dictating my pulse through the thoroughfare; I know there are colours; I long for one – the colour of life, Colours in the copse – ripe.
Open the gates of the past, So that I can rise with those cloudy visions; Let me shape them one more time, Let me try and empower this blind. Shamsud A If You Enjoyed This Post Please Take 5 Seconds To Share it.