The mirage

Caught in a tide of thoughts
Faces me a naive image,
Drenched with hues of rhythm
Approached me to exonerate..

Thinking as if a cast-away,
Delicate thoughts refraining the path
That leads nowhere,but confusion-
Because of the candor possessed.

Inside dwells a child
That drags it from the current
Of time;staring at the happenings
Places it in virtual solitude.

Amidst in the crowd of comrades
The loneliness strikes the first chord,
Yet wearing a mask so bound
Smiles the happy face with no bounds!!

Yearning for the day
That is clear,with no tense,
The heart summons a hand
That can lift out from the abyss.

Let the light creep into the mind
Which badly needs some shine;
I hope the mirage of darkness
Be just an evanescence,not more.