First Published on Different Truths.
A night when ushers into new dawn
tripping on the past without exhaustion,
a momentary persuasion is life
this does not ends, burning a bright flame
our least possibilities, meagre circumstances
sometimes in deep trench of ocean
only we know the crystal shape of forms,
languidly to hang upon the sky, cast its stars
even when we go by unnoticed in cold wind
the music we hear, hum and laughter to share.
The lights chime hold on to close breath
and little anecdotes what life has in for surprise
a creaking door is closed,
all the dew on roses in vivid path
the fireplace opens up a circle
in half sleep, sleepiness, and a busy chatter
the Sun glows behind hills,
bells in synchronous and early resolutions.
A night when ushers into new dawn
tripping on the past without exhaustion,
a momentary persuasion is life
this does not ends, burning a bright flame
our least possibilities, meagre circumstances
sometimes in deep trench of ocean
only we know the crystal shape of forms,
languidly to hang upon the sky, cast its stars
even when we go by unnoticed in cold wind
the music we hear, hum and laughter to share.
The lights chime hold on to close breath
and little anecdotes what life has in for surprise
a creaking door is closed,
all the dew on roses in vivid path
the fireplace opens up a circle
in half sleep, sleepiness, and a busy chatter
the Sun glows behind hills,
bells in synchronous and early resolutions.