In Array of stymied

Sometimes they whisper in colors

At other in the gray of life

A remembrance in flashes of memory

Or in the wordless reasons light


Let silence be my call to thee

Waiting for your one glance to me

My words are hooked by dignity

Or Is it the illusion of pride?


Amidst the flow of egoistical trash

Standing stunned in vortex of time

Will me to be a flexible self

To be the lover of sublime


In free ocean let sail began

With no regret of the past

Drifting towards the new beginning

With wisdom’s song in tranquil heart………….








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