My life has always seemed and deemed to be,
Something that only peculiarity can perceive,
In depths of cynicism and the focal's sea.
Amid brilliance of any carcasses' pensive.

It has ends, yet begins anew;
With new chapters and fresh start fevers,
Severed with broken shards and dull hues.
To fulfill a worthy journey that doesn't last forever.

A mighty voyage filled with emotions,
Satisfying thirst for an adventurous soul.
Tormenting mediocrity along accretions,
Penchants seeking, making hearts crowl.

It is blissful yet melancholic,
In closets of several memories and faces.
It ends with punctuations with hearts stoic,
Along aspirations and things filled laces.

Punctuations! Ah the beauty,
Memoriam lest filled lackadaisically,
Forever harmonizes serenity,
In a personal mind eternalizing merrily.