Shreyas-Panambur

SMALLEST ROOM' TO THE 'FLOWER THAT BLOOMS' Mind as clear as the blue sky shining through the gloom, I cry as my heart sobs laughing into madness. The signs of craziness is born out of the shell of shyness, Days have passed, but my mind and heart still lie in the smallest room. Engrossed in seeing the world upside down, like a leaf in the storm, I failed to see the larger world inside me, like the black of a flame. I wish I could hide my darker side, playing the full moon's game, From its ashes rises a new phoenix afresh, Time and again I wish was born again. Heartless, we see those wet leaves with dry eyes; Meaningful will be the w