Running away from the dreams,
intricate exquisite ,
for a handful of obstacles,
that life offered in the midst of spring…
The onset had bloomed the buds
colorful and earthy,
infusing spray of delight deep within,
but
few days of dry withered look,
spread the coldness
to the vibrant dreams
once cherished.
Turning the back
to the passion,
nurtured so tenderly
the soul loses its splendor
in the act of timidity…
The grace lies in living the dream again,
unfailingly
it shall then blossom
even on a snowy evening…
(PHOTOCREDIT:pictify.com)
soumyav 