“Since eonian”


I stare without a gaze

emotions bereft

open strands

in pursue of the zigzag roads

my wings get plucked and ruffle

faraway a mountain attracts my heart

again…

births a new zeal

infused with endless enthusiasm…

like petals of rose, my words fragrance

will they live eternally between the nostalgic pages

as love echoing poetic passion…

would someone unravel the buried grave

one day,

will light dawn on the million verses

sleeping in peace for eonion

fluttering them to their destination

letting them free

to be epical scriptures.