Bioscope

I can see a bit of future

And sip a cup of tea

Low waves and high tides

In that deep blue sea

Glimpses of the world above

And abundance of the earth

They look so perfect and plenty

There is no denial no dearth

I can see myself in mirror

For as long as I want

Shy away in admiration

Or impenitently flaunt

At times I lose my way

Sans all the verve and zeal

Decrepit but turns null and void

Cometh the touch of heal

Like a striking maiden

With a mask on her face

Like moon in a rainy night

And the clouds as its lace

They are epitome of life

Full of splendor and grace

For I can kill and get killed

If that may be the case

My heart resides within

Those starry streaks of hope

Call me a sinner or little insane

But your eyes are my Bioscope