Another.

Closing and beholding,
Where did that last
Sunray come
From?

Renowned and refrained,
How did that silence
Last this
Long?

Enmeshed and weathered,
Can the breeze still
Find
Its destination?

Limping and verbose,
Does water know where
To
Draw its
Line?

_____

In a mature haze
I let you
Go.

_____

The reel of life,
How it plays
Itself to an
Oblivion!

_____

Another one is coming
And I wonder
If I lived this past
Right
Or I danced on the lines
Of
Blatant futility -
A transparent
Joke.

This one reflects
One more year
Added to a bag full
Of
Sorrows and sublime
Joys
As I think if
It will hold a sachet of
Happiness -
Much deserved.

_____

Shatter, break and
Twist.
What else can you
Call this
Winding road?

_____

Enwrapped
In the pristine
Folds of
Exquisite
Melancholy
Lies the tender
Whimper
Of a blooming
Rose.

_____

If the earth
Called out
Through the frozen
Winds,
Will the fire listen
Through the
Senile, overbearing
Waters?