rhythm

The light, absorbing my inner sight,
My peace, inconsistent like the moon,
Never staying, never still,
Like a blinking light,
Coming and going from the revolving door of mine..

Afraid, that the track will change
Lest that it should steal my mood,
Grab my words never to return them again.
My pencil,having a more nude feeeling than,
My paper, the mirror of my mind, gazing at me now..

The busy tone of my head,
Beeping from deep inside,
What else should i want, when everything
Is alright ?
Shut the door,draw the curtains, lay down,
Empty your mind, exchange your soul..

Rhythm, the sweet rhythm,
Rhythm, the inconsistent one..