Each word is a new poem... each breath a new rhyme... Each smile a new beginning... each day a blessing sublime!

And I live...

It rained, it was sane and I sang my songs...
It occurred, wasn't obscured, still to me it belongs,
It was fun, wasn't funny, instilled some laughs,
I revere the love, the muse, the frolic it flaunts,
Back in days, nostalgic, I stress...
Fingers through my hairs and the careness,   
I have been blessed and still blissful and it counts,
The ravines of Love longing and distance taunts,
Steps far destined never promised same firs,
and now the downs rake up more than stirs,
Those dawn strolls on the dew laden grass,
Hand in hand clubbed, blinded worldly farce,
And the destiny amused and ironic it reads,
The land I belong is mixed, it's for me to pick the joyous leads....

Amit

11 comments:

Marbles in My Pocket said...

I like this, Amit. Has a nice rythm and rhyme to it, and the message is a good one.

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Becky Sain said...

Nicely done. I like the messiness of it, you know? All the best things are messy! :-)

Amit Khanna said...

Thank you guys for the kind comments!

Anonymous said...

Hello! Just want to say thank you for this interesting article! =) Peace, Joy.

meiro said...

Lovely rythm, nicely penned

br!nDle said...

It's nice...The way you expressed the sadness in you of choosing what u really want is clearly depicted...Thanks For Sharing...:)

Taylor Boomer said...

very beautiful expression.

powerful opening.

ZQ said...

Cool!

The Orange Tree said...

count our blessing is a way to stay happy.

well done sentiments.

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