While the red roses bloom,
For not one,
But all –
A merriment of nostalgia,
Gets interwoven,
Into the intricate workings
Of the lively being.
While the red roses bloom,
For not one,
But all –
A merriment of nostalgia,
Gets interwoven,
Into the intricate workings
Of the lively being.
A rose-thorn bush,
In the need for continuous grooming,
Feels the need –
To be ever changing.
To burst the bubble,
To tickle the fancies
One must ever be a fool
To conquer the far reaching entities.
To break through the overset boundaries,
To go against the new norms,
A tinge of wilderness
Is deep set within us
A brief here, a beehive there,
Might make for an oddball homecoming.
But the best of it all,
Lies in the travails and perseverances,
Of the good times ahead.
A penchant for the unknown,
Knows no boundaries alive
When the star-studded alliance
Makes their forthcoming heard.
The heart, as it dwells on its many contentions,
It swells and fades,
With the might of a million pearls.
As a standard, it flutters
As a double standard, it even hopes
For green pastures and many wonderful nights.
A solitary soul,
On a reflective path
Meets the collective force,
Of a million voices
A strange tryst of destiny
Gives forth,
The searing light,
Of destinies unknown.
A thought grows,
As it lurks and arises
Feeble as a bee
And stinging as a roar,
As it makes best friends with you
And you’re left with no choice –
But to give in,
And seek out.
A tidal wave of sorts rises over,
Bookmarked into a series of events,
One leads into another –
Like a stone on explosive waters
A vacant canal at bird’s sight,
That heeds only what its born with,
A reckless setting can oft prove worthy
A task for its multi-tasked mortals.
Why question when you can sing,
The melodies and love tunes of a long-lost world,
Brimming with upheaval –
And bursting with grandiose.