The colour of this saga is black..
It always took paths trodden and weared..
Its a venture of ruthless mistakes..
It has a discomforting aura of dreadful manias..
Its a never-ending ride with the 'if' twists and 'but' turns..
It was at times rendezvous with destiny..
It was at times a cast away with the floating feet which knew ' W=mg ' acts downwards..
It again liberated thirst with blurred visions of the magnum opus..
It painted scars in descends and more scars in ascends..
It began to lure with eventually fading loops of madness..
It sought heat from the threshold of madness and the falls mostly unpredictable..
It echoed silence, when the birds chirped ' a wunderkind', the birds in million colors..
Clinging to the chains, the eyes await more tantrums..
I know the fear was not the depth of the ocean, but the saline water..
Yes, the colour of this saga is an astounding black..
It always took paths trodden and weared..