…Bouquet of Odds…
I lament at the fate of my soul,
the very soul for which I solemnly persist.
Every day goes by with those reveries,
of the past where we flocked in unison.
Basked in the glory of my materialistic feats,
I forget what my soul actually yearned for!
I pledge forward to a new tomorrow,
Knowing in vain of the battered yesterday.
What I search is a glimpse of hope,
a ray of light, a path to follow,
for I don’t know where it did abscond,
leaving me in solitary disarray.
As I surge through these reminiscences,
realizations of my mistakes dawn on me.
Inappropriate crazes at the most convenient times,
were my devils, now my grief.
Treading past those reclusive paths,
a blissful breath of renaissance soars in me.
Sparks from my inner anvil have triggered,
a burst of vigor to move on.
I search for words to conclude,
but find none in my rusty quiver.
Cobwebs have been cleared and visions I see,
reciprocating tracks of someone long lost.
-Srk
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