In a click of two fingers
sounds in between like a water drop
flowing of a chorus brilliance of singers
My sky was black shaded
No room to run imitating wingers
Pausing in a moment out of options
Mapped, dig and uncover as stringers.

In a gist of two lines of thought
I laid my scene under a candle
Waiting for natural light to be bought
Yet patience was not in my syllabus
Still I wait, fight and sought
A warrior in me wakes into reality
To win, walk and get it wrought.

In a separation of a philosophy
That of being in between extremes
Confused in my own geography
Failed to stand in amidst
I cried bitterly like a baby pasted in my biography
Instead feet of steel were shaped
Hence a voice flashed to amaze me like cinematography.

In a twist of destiny the sunrise
Like a bride on Holy Matrimony day,
Came to silence and surprise
All those who supplied nails on my cross.
Their cruelty and bitterness soon to vaporise
Young and bright I feel
Beyond the afterglow my skin will moisturise.