~ That ball of fire ~

That ball of fire,

Wandering in the sky,

By the noon its heat,

by the fall it's art.

It moves ahead,

From the head to horizon,

Blending with hue,

With every inch of move.

And then it starts,

The dance of the beauty,

Majesticity of creator,

And the dream of an artist.

With every move,

Making it more beautiful,

Adding a tint of yellow,

To mark the beginning.

It moves further down,

Adding pure to the tint,

And now we see the rim,

When the tones take over.

Adding to the beauty,

Is a drop of orange,

And further down it goes,

Adding pure to the plane.

A ball of orange,

Far near the horizon,

Further enhances to shades,

A wale to hide its beauty.

Jealous of me,

Staring at the beauty,

I see those clouds,

Like scattered sands.

As the time pass,

I try to convince them,

And yes, they let me-

To have a final glance.

By the time its half,

And it's more pure now,

And thanking HIM for this,

The most beautiful Sunset.

~ To Pieces I Fall ~

Into the pieces I fall,

Into the pieces I fall,

Some enormously big,

And some comparatively small.

Into the pieces I fall,

Into the pieces I fall.

All was fine,

When you were mine,

Then there was a fall,

A really great fall.

Into the pieces I fall,

Into the pieces I fall.

We had our time,

All glitters and all fame,

Midst of all, I slip and fall,

Then you took the call.

Into the pieces I fall,

Into the pieces I fall.

I live in my yesterday,

Chronicles of love, so to say,

I can get over it,

But not ready for another fall.

Into the pieces I fall,

Into the pieces I fall.

Begged and Pleaded,

For everything that I conceded,

But, all to the deaf ear,

As that was your worst fear.

Into the pieces I fall,

Into the pieces I fall.

- Justin