The sweet encore,
Of the zest galore,
Thoughts ensure,
mirth's hallowed.

Dress the feel,
That ennui conceals,
brushing sorrow,
To welcome the tomorrow.

A new day,
A new grace,
Bliss in a somber place.

Sojourn of the bygone,
Ideas reborn,
Resurrecuted from dead past,
Hope we all have a blast!!!

Theres something about nothing and nothing about everything.but when nothing exists in something,it becomes everything.when nothing exists,its an oxymoron.

you beckon the mystery of love,
marvel stills the scramble,
Zeal for life towed,
signing off bygone rubble

blanket of your aura,
shuts the rush within,
Unfolding new avenues,
Span losts' about to begin


choler tripped in honey-soaked charm,
So peaceful is to be disarmed,
With weapons of wrath and ire,
soul dressed back in human attire.

body touched with your soul,
like a drop of water on hot coal,
exhuming the disarray indoor,
Stirring your sweet encore.

Eyes rain to see you,
In midst of this heat,
Absence sinews my immortal,
Tho' spirit looks upbeat.