A tune comes about swinging,
and gives away,ears a sense of tingling
Eyes lighten & brighten
At the wake of the unseen sightings.
The self sways and obeys
soars and sings agape ;
with the happenings,
transformed,like powdered colours,
withholding a name.
But with all ,infusing the same.
Even though voices compete in the kaleidoscopic surrealness,
there is maddening calmness
The beat doesn't matter anymore .
The people don't matter anymore.
As all,all that ever needed
is achieved,realised
Beneath the translucent, tender stretch of the dusky dome.
And with life as witness
The hopes blossomed and flew
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PoetryHighest rank #40 These words are a part of me, my emotions. They take root from my innermost intuitions. Every poem is different and conveys the tune of my heart. This is my first shot at writing and I hope you find it worth your time spent. Pleas...
