The Journey

Staring out through the window,

Feeling every whisper of the wind,

The euphony of the train that I heard,

Passing every time across the bridge.

The imprint of the broken houses,

Sometimes a glimpse of the running horses,

And passing by of evanescent trees,

Never could I forget those mellifluous soothing breezes.

After a while it may seem to be the end,

But there's never an end,

Rather, it is the beginning of a new journey,

That's burgeoning through my veins.....

The Last Cup Of Tea

The moment was close,

When I was about to disclose,

My feelings toward my loved ones,

As it was the time for me to depart,

And suddenly I felt so lonely and lost,

Tears profusely came out,

And poured down through my eyes,

Maybe it was the time,

To take a sip of the last cup of tea.

Rummage

In the ostentatious world,

Full of sparkles and glory,

There is glitter in my eyes,

Probing through the skies,

To find the arcana of life,

Rambling from place to place,

Gleaning every fact that survive,

From the enigma and conundrum of labyrinthine,

Gazing at the Byzantine testaments,

Which occasionally leads to pivotal amendments,

That belied the verity of the supposition that was applied.