Blossoms and Dusts
Blossoms and Dusts – A Season to Forget
The season of blossoms appears in innumerable lights
Soaked in dyes of gray, black, hues and eccentric whites
Encouraged by showers of merriments for the heart’s cry
Subsequently whitewashed all nourishments to dead dry
Marred by sharp scratches and wounded in deep dents
Clutched in difficult bonds yet hurt by sentiments
No reasoning or viable rationality for the outbreak
No reason to even treason or any apparent heartbreak
Alas still a mood overwhelmed in several ambiguities
Fighting for a chance in peace and relive serenities
The fall that went cold and then sprung up to warm
Did no good seemingly just simmering more harm
Yet no harm done, no sickness revealed in transparence
Barring a breakdown the instincts gained cadence
With newfound sensibilities that weren’t there any
And the deepest lessons from the endless journey
A sense was born beyond the five we all sought after
And it was akin to the divine purity of holy water
Not one distressed look yet ruptured all the inside
Not a dry, broken leaf but painted greens beside
No darkness in sight but even sun was soaked gray
Not the inevitable but the shock of destiny astray
The feeling of stressed nerves and jittery muscles
Convoluted in a potion mightier than Godly hustles
Nothing left to express in all the mighty and stillness
Only remains of dust that flew along proved timeless
