It was dark
it was fading
the faint line that kept missing
on a canvas
Vast as sky
while the colours dried
Why suddenly the palette seemed empty by that time ?
no colours to paint
no emotions to show
no glitter to shimmer
no hopes to wean
The courage
like ebbing of waves
suddenly dropping low
who should tell, to hold moon ?
in those thoughts
in those memories
who knew ?
there could be glimmer
an up thrust from somewhere
Binge of cheer
someone gave hope
One who earlier laughed and teased
Could give a hand to support
in the garden of blood
water seemed thicker
those who seemed nothing
appeared one day
to tell you to chase dreams
“ indeed
stars may align
trust in process
each moment is different “
awaiting for the miracle to strike
that’s called patience in life….