Cool waves of breeze,
Are creating some pictures;
Fresh moody vibes,
Are weaving a fiction;
Tornado of thoughts,
Came to an end;
Strokes of silence,
Got its existence;
My brain became a barren land,
And heart was facing drought;
Blossomed tricky noisy maize,
Lots of unpleasant templates;
I want to take a deep breath,
And want to introspect;
I want to make a map,
Of my wrongs and my best;
In that rich silence,
I want to give a speech;
In the massive violence,
I want to get some peace;
