Beauty within a beast..

Rain-washed city of mine,the blurred images
Standing tall on a precarious vale
A balance of power,meek and quirk
There is always a pure within an impure

Follow me,follow to the empty roads
Drenching my school bag on a spree
The ditches pour out with their emotions
Bridges and lakes,all in a glee....

A sip of tea with a drop of water fallin from above
Dull and drab corners of the cup
It's smell casts a magic spell on me
Like a tortoise's life,though blunt from outside

When i used to sit inside that weak bus
The pain of the windows,the broken iron pieces
A cold feeling on my shoulder..it was the drizzle
It couldnt protect me from the rains yet...

'Mon'day morning 'soon' came and went
I felt a treble in my voice
A shiver ran down my spines thinking
How would i perform now?

I've been driven into a paralysed enviroment
My fingers paining with the thought of a pen
Yet it could still produce a portrait of imagination
There is a always a pure within an impure