I haven't been writing much lately and my last post was about the anti-social side of ours'. i think I would like to continue the same......these lines are about blind faith......not much but just about something to fill those empty moments



what secret speak those beautiful eyes, which say none to me
they trap mine yet that mind flies and a world another I see
sing to me a song of the wind, blowing gently, fragrant rains
Crashing waves roar no more, silent rivers have no more pains

       Mirrors they be called, but deeper they are, oceans entrapped in gold
       for reflections show none but the same, yours nay in truth roll'd
       in darkness or or depths of despair, they light my roads,warm my hands
       these lies of yours my lamps of faith, my beacon of old, take me to great lands.......