Shades of "Thought" Covered in the blanket of polished words Can break or make the world Peeping through hole of pretentious wall There it was standing human THOUGHT They cannot be touched neither can be smelled But their existence can spin even the human body of Flesh and blood These thoughts have skin of one colour And soul of different shades It is sold in the street of lies and the world of fake Few thoughts would be chaotic Like harsh thunderstorm Few would be musical like uncalled rain Few are embraced with reality and few would Even stumble upon to make it existence feel Few are strong enough to change the road map And some would deceive even the right path Thoughts never demand to be decorated with sugar coated words just sprinkle the shimmer of truth and ...