Oh to be alive

  A fallen leaf, blooming flowers, sunshine cascading across scintillating bowers. A whiff of perfume, a quiet afternoon, faded words of a poem playing hide and seek in the mind’s nook. Memories flashing, fading: decoding, akin to different shades of blue; some shine bright, some toned down like dew. The essence remains, layers crisscross   lost in a multitude of hues, each following an albatross. Sepia tinted pictures on the wall squint through time and often cringe; eagerly awaiting the annual overhaul. Tear droplets singe, sentiments high strung, feelings sting, ramble unsung.   Reminiscing bygone days, is like being buried in ice, slowly melting away the layers that ensconce and hold, bind.    @Suverchala Kashyap        

The beguiling intrigue,  the impending upsurge,  compels one to move on, steering clear of any scourge. The end entices, tugs like  a swirling vortex's urge,  where eons of  longing converge. Beginnings enchant,  the untrodden path allures,  untouched; pure. Across varied dimensions,  lives diverge, some splurge. Cloaked in mystery the  journey slowly unfolds,  it implores, it coaxes; it spurs. Prodding on to follow  ‘the dream', in the land  of the one and only 'Supreme'. @Suverchala Kashyap