MY GENRE

In an effort to pull up the strings
In order to strike the right chords
Creating a pleasant music of life
Echoing thro’ to vindicate my genre

Along the peaceful sound of silence
The noise of which seldom breaks
From ears to reach the heart n’ soul
Assuring me of my triumph on fear

At times leaving all that was the best
In some obscurity I now want to rest
Disappearing almost leaving no trail
Chances of being revealed bit meagre

As it’s the absence of all the desires
That will require efforts to conquer
And whatever achieved I wish to lose
Letting the world to scoff and sneer

For now I wish to step into abstract
Differentiating between false n’ fact
From which peace I want to extract
Now its rule and ways I need to figure