Friday 10 February 2012

White Snow

In this never ending search for answers,
Answers to questions that in the past I have heard,
That vanish and appear on their will,
Filling the void between the good and evil...

Each time they come back I ask them for a reason,
Satisfaction if not happyness till now was the season.
But these questions have never answered my questions,
Nor have I answered when asked one...

When do they come and when do they go,
No one perhaps, but me will ever know.
You can sense them around till probably it snows again,
And there is a white cover over this black pain.

But this snow I know is not permanent,
It will melt away and show a lesson not learn't,
Till probably there is so much whiteness in world,
That this black pain would be completely unheard...