The evocations are clear in the air slicing it merrily
Carmine specks of bonfires crack in the quaint dusk,
The dark canopy like a silhouette enveloping surreptitiously
The tin box lees parting another morrow and ll it`s glories.
My mind is infused profusely with new longings
Seeking a clean slate to start afresh allover again
Like a fabled phoenix arising from the ashes soaring the skies
The courageous heart weary of pining delves for change.
There`s a titanic warfare besieging the helter-skelter sense
The impregnable will to thrive forth chartering new excursions
And the willy-nilly hope hanging on a brink of letting go
Conflict me very with contused musings turning my mind into a playground.
The adage postulates that hope runs eternal in the human breast
Annihilating all adversities inviting success to reign paramount.
