Why is the sun, so happy always it seems?
Since that a ray of hope it illuminates.
Of the masses, to the innumerable lives.
People of the lows, people of the highs
People of the smoky bars, people of the ballrooms, puckish!

Calmness in the air, merrymaking by the swarm
For a drop of honey, yet the crushing of the Properties on the far side. Piercing of noise,
Aloud, of the souls.

The friendships, the passion for love, the hysterical laughter, the nights, blurry!
The world yearns for a better place....
The place unapologetic, besides, the race of the Good times. With aspirations, with high hopes.

The old lady's gloomy eyes , anticipating for years
The companion's meet. The street child's Assembling of the highlighters, vending!
For that safe living.
The conundrum the life provides, somewhat Fathomed and unfathomed. For being vital,
To stay with the great look, from the moneyed to the deficients.

A complex of wondrous journey, singing lyrics,
Being alcoholic. Not expecting
The outcome, since years, we keep on a dream of a Sweet melancholy of life.
For life to happen, relived, broken dreams to repair. That symphony of experiences, keeping Connections strong.
Majestic an aspiration is! to describe. Flowing with The fancies of the cravings, smiles and good
Memories, our heart echoes.
The sovereignty of 'hope',
So significant in the lives, with courtesy,
Let it forbear.


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28 january, 2024

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