The sky is a poem

The sky is a poem,Painted in vibrant rhyme,It cries in gentle metaphors,That drench me time to time. All its hues are varied moods,In its colors bright and bold,Are underlying similes,And narratives untold. It blushes in crimson allegory,Through sun kissed golden odes,And merges into bleaker nights,And snowy, pallid roads. An embodiment of elegies,It lists to this…

Night break pt.II

The twisted woods enveloped,In lifeless gray haze,The night ever so motionless,An indomitable maze, Woody naked branches,And their distorted canopies,Dark flowers bleeding down,On leafless, dying trees. The forest floor rustling,Under chilling, voiceless screams,So realistically fictitious,Like sombre lucid dreams. Weirdly humid,But every breath so icy cold,Frostbite on our cotton cheeks,And fear manifold. The feeling of being watched,From…

How Eternal?

I brood over the fact,Eternity to be precise,If eternity accompanies,In life and demise. Death doesn’t wait for any,Nor the infant in the womb,How long can eternity stand itself,In its eternal tomb. If it exists it always does,The most precious all around,Timelessness might be radiating wisdom,Waiting to be found. If eternity doesn’t stick to time,How long…

To a fresh start

Here’s to a fresh start,Here’s to today,A clean, open slate,And a bright warm day. Here’s to serenity,Here’s to all life,A chance to just smile again,In entirety of strife. Here’s to our families,Here’s to all the hope,That keeps us from tumbling down again,Down this wicked hole. And as the sun did shine on us,I hope it…

Everyday’s Christmas!

Stars twinkle brightly,Emitting Christmas lights,Glowworms glow like candle flames,Setting scenes of delight. All the trees that proudly stand,Rooted to the ground,Need no glass but just the leaves,For beauty to be bound. Stockings need not to be checked,For life’s a gift right away,And everybody we come across,Is Santa anyway. Some might gift us memories,Some might gift…