It is the time the soul asks
What do you in search of ?
The same query but sans 
A drop of sarcastic puff !

I stuck in a silent ,
Wistful smile soothen the noice 
That may lead to a mythical lament
Controlling the walk out as a choice !

Lightning in the sky , threatened
those courageous touches of recogonition,
embraces its arms to the high, enlightened
by crossing those bitter barriers of congnition!

Like flowers make its breathe for flies to fly 
I mould this voice to ask me in kind.
The inevitable search of  'why '
That makes myself a rock in the wind!

The soul and I made this silent talk
to ensure the warmth in wrapped brace ,
Suffice it that the soul never stops the walk
in search of it's solace !