Life and writing
Destiny's play

Every breath
Every moment lived and savoured
Aroma of thoughts
Poured from the perfect blend of words ....

Oxygen to live On

I was strolling through my dreary and dull road,
When, I met a man, who touched my soul,
He walked towards me with his colorful laugh,
Changing the dusty and dull road to a vibrant photograph,

For you who contains similar depth as the capicuous ocean,  
Knows how to embrace heart's every emotion,

For you who sought inspiration in all,
Isn't you an inspiration to all ?

You who is congruous to the Mountain who raises himself above the earth, always seeking the sky's divinity,
And Away from the earth's guilt and sins, but still belongs to the earth,

For I whose poetry seldom rhymes well,
Can never fathom the ineffable composure of your trueself.

Poetry comes back to me
where long there had been none.
Lyrical, the imagery, once shared
and then was done.

Thoughts of such sincerity
in words that grace the page,
Race across the span of time
that bridge the gap of age.

Trusting in the ardor that
has cooled and healed with time,
I read again the tender lines
of kindred souls, in rhyme.

Oh spirit of another age,
reach out from time and space.
Fan the embers turned to ash
and torpid ruin replace.