Like the world has gone in an endless pause Like the bruises have been ripped open to some veiled cause, The spring jaded and gone and the colours of zeal ebbed away like it never was born. Marooned with the prayers , cozened from the world ambushed within our own piteous selves but even summer flunked to resurrect us from the loop of all the wrong amends. Coveting for the phlegmatic oceans far above the horizons Or flying solo with the mountains, the raphsody of life whisking in, Frolicking in the darkest hours, transcending in the drizzles- to enliven, to wizen, They are now but dreams, dreams enmeshed in the myriad chaos of a naked virus the plethora of unexplored dreams of delving into the fathomless world have now dried up , even their warmth no more cajole us. Everyday soothing the nerves , calming this hysteria The fear that soars within is too mulish Funny how trapped with this fear we seem like some insolent pariah. The Autumn came like
If words are the euphonies of heart,then writing is the painting of the voice.