Colored Lenses

I walk alone, I look wide  far;
The world is blue & truly par,
I cross the fence & sprint towards the setting sun,
Still the world seems so very blue,
And just this feeling that its not true,
I stop a while & realise,
That I ve been a fool all this while,
Then I take off my little colored lenses,
My lil colored lenses........

Enigma

A mystery of sorts,

a discovery awaited,

an angel or demon:

still to be noted.

An enigma with reason,

an intrigue without any,

if fire were cool,

it might not be a treason.

Silent compassion,

shy reluctance,

if all these are fun,

just lose all caution.

A secret untold,

a desire unkempt,

an affair or not:

passion might unfold.

An engima, a puzzle or whatever you call it,

it remains unsolved and waits for an answer......