Monday, 4 May 2015

Blooming Ahead.


 
The gusty winds silently whispered to the heart,
The melody and noise of the life torn apart,
Raptly listening to  the path traversed this far ,
Of the triumphs and breakdowns leaving a  scar.
 
The darkness of the sky bringing back those memories,
Of the cloudless lead sky sweeping many centuries,
Then  comes such another  from the hell’s  brink,
Cautioning all along, lest in void, one shall sink.            
 
Waiting for the sunshine and the light of life,
Resolving those tits and pieces of the inner strife,
Leaving behind the past and so for the regrets,
Starting anew leaving all in life that did  beset.