Zarine wont laugh - for there's no pure Gold......!!!

Zarine wont laugh ever again
for there's just not enough plot
just not enough pain :P
for the connoiseurs of wine n twilight
it doesnt suits to be betrayed
n there's none a thing called perfection
there never lived a being -called perfect
yet somewhere somewhow - we seek a soul divine
n in it we wanna see - what we perceive as unearthly
but be no more in doubt
Zarine was a thought - which is not yet existant
n she was a being of a collective sense
bid my adieu to the beautiful being
for i too got enchanted in her fairy tales
let the routine wrap u again
let the pen stop till u be inspired again
n then Zarine will laugh on all the islands
she will be portrayed in more vived tales
n I'll be there to listen of her make
so this is a reminder to the creator of fairy tales :D :P
cause Gold is never short lived
with many a new forms it lives n valued
so let the name be expressed in times of uttermost joy n celebrations
let it be a dawn of sheer human art