poet shire

poetry blog.

Friday, October 21, 2016

                                                         

 T Path

Standing at a ‘T’ junction,
Observing the fate of trials
Writ of karma
What may decree?
From the brink of success
To path of failures
Converged to roads
Thus traveled,
Less mattered.

A road that never ends
With breathing dust for livings
And the cruise of wanders

A road becomes home
While,
Chasing the horizons
Of dawn
And
Of dusk
Some skies white
All of the night
Some dark
All through the day

Some drops are left
On the brink of my eyes
A drop shines saffron
An offering to the Sun


Feeling and realizing the love of Mother Nature
The craze and smog of ambiances
Ambitions, passions and enthusiasms,
When Cuddles with mother earth
A spirit awakens,
From the sleep of ignorance. 

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