A budding writer's collection

One Day

Train passes by a meadow,

Farmers in for the day's diminuendo

Cricket's chirpin',

Their synchrony a wonder

Symphonies of yonder

Tug at my heartstrings

Sun pulls over its sheet,

A blissful mauve that deepens the purple

Stars flaunt their grace,

The night's sky their spotlight

Weeds and grass,

Shrubs and herbs,

Trees that have known footprints of yore

The mystical melody pervades all their is to see,

The night is magical and its lonesome sight so tragical

The pain seems far away,

Its weary hands carry the truce

The blood and the gashes,

Fury in its mirth,

Screams of superiority,

Screams of innocence,

Desperation culminates into rebellious breakthrough

The chains no longer hold me back,

Heart worships freedom as it picks up the pieces

Healing a privilege, mind a disgrace

Can a canvas streaked with blood and bruises ever know love?

Is love the one potion that cures all?

Is it as affordable an elixir to get drunk on and wobble?

Have you found the drug?

Does it work?

Let me know soon,

Faithfully yours.