Long time...i know..back with only another rhetoric..hope to be pardoned.
Was i a fool to solemnly take up this task of unravelling you,under the belief that you will see me through?
The more i tried to get into your core,the more you were willing to throw me away from the shore.
Aah!.. rejoicing in your delicacies? I realised, that was how i should soothe my haggard soul .
So, i settled down to mingle in your colors manifold..it was ecstatic,dreamlike,but i guess it was not my zone;
Going on with my convictions in your simple and explicable phenomena ,seemed to me,was my mistake;
As,your enigma surged higher by a few steps.
Ambushed, as i was, by your dear cousins time and destiny;
i still could not give up the plan of continuing with my scrutiny.
Sometimes my strength seemed to wither;
Sometimes the flame inside seemed to flicker.
Why not i call u a comedy,for ,then,your ways took an intriguing turn;
And you acted like a saviour, giving me the courage to go on.
Alas! I had to bid farewell to my utopia...that had to be..for i had greater things to see.
No, i have no complains.For,this i know, is your innate poetic trait..
Oh!...yes, i have come across another analogy for you.
How can i write a poetry on you?
For me, you are nothing but a poetry!
You take pride in remaining 'the inexplicable'.
But your poor readers are happy to explain you in ways that suit their respective fancies.
Each time one takes a second glance at you,one finds something yet to be comprehended!
To your lovers you are lyrical and to the reluctant readers you are unreasonable............
I confess that i acted silly in trying to write a poetry on a poetry.
Therefore,let me just continue playing my role, on an already written story.
