Obscure ends witness, oscillating
Back and forth aimless wandering
Flow with thoughts, fleeting moments
Up and down move curves
Holding a smile, holding a scowl
Hued to rainbow dews and bubbles
Melt, vanish before one claims
Perishable aren’t they, all flavours?
Vacillating, too transitory to gain in vain
Queer riddles, entrapped complexly
Still it goes on …… hard to be stoic
