The season of disillusionment has arrived
And it is here to stay
Moments melt into a timeless horizon
Time that paces away to a blur
Is proudly called Life
Mental pictures corrupted
Reality emerges convoluted
Nothing lucid anymore
Human spirit loses conviction
Wow. I love this poem. Very Nice...
ReplyDeletewhat is the poem called? what made u write this?
my fav lines: mental pictures corrupted.
bcoz everybodys mental pictures get corrupted or shaped or changed how they want them to be! (dunno if thats what u were talking of?)
anywho. more pls......!
ps: edit one thing, convoluted. (u forgot the 'o')