Fleeting Thoughts

Watching it grow beautifully as it soared into the deep blues
Beautifying the moments encompassed by it...
As the train of time left the station of ages
The way it passed by the first jubilee amazes!

Not a day passed by without Him dreaming about it,
What a beautiful dream it was, vivid as it grew and vanished before His eyes
Never did He spill his bottle of pain,
With another smile he tried to conquer the mind insane!

Who has ever heard my groans he thought
When a silent whisper from with in conquered distraught,
Sometimes a fine line of poetry and sometimes the forced sleep he sought
And wondered if Wine could have simplified the raging thoughts!

For a world he lived was built on lies
Contradictory to the Worlds he dreamed on the silent nights
As the enforced stairs he took vanished into the darks
Swinging between the fake reality and the true illusions he was stuck...

How beautifully he failed to read between the lines of fate
Repeating the pathetic dialogue of the sensitive heart
Trying to build the broken paths
While holding the chord of the fleeting thoughts!

Was he lost? or did he lose?
Or is it the Beauty of the Magic of words that remain mysterious!