Astha's Corner

A stroke of color says it all, What always have been held. A mind of chaos burn these walls, Erupting everything I have felt. There lies these parts of me, That were better left hidden. A mosiac of grief and glee, Feelings I always tagged forbidden. But as I hold this thought in hand, My mind no more seem all blank. Motion starts to build the spark, And I don't quit until it's dark. Soon the dementors scare away, As your patronus comes to life. Art becomes your act of Magic, You find your salvation your inner light.

No matter how hard I try, Can't ever match your level eye. Even when I follow your rules, Why am I always tagged a Fool. Millions time I adjust, But you never learn to trust. Agreed to being a Duff, Still it's never enough. Remember Silence's a Scream, You always ruin daydreams. Can treat just the same, Though I am not that lame. When I play the cards, It'll decorate the boulevards. Moment I'll break these cuffs, You'll realize what's ENOUGH.