End of an era

End of an era

Gray lights are spreading all over

To crack the windows of ramparts,

Blacks and whites have melted,

An interpretation is born.

That which was dull and lifeless

Has in a whiff become a stone,

A discovery of a diamond,

In a completely different role!

With light we measure and mismatch

With darkness we merge and melt,

Perceptions are lending shape,

To a canvas built in the frame.

Walls have developed wings

To mend into the blank looking sky,

The ball so light dancing with legends,

Blue horrors buried alive!

09 January 2015