#YearEndEchoes

Crawling to the unknown,
Through the path of buds and thorn.
Under the west wind and over the dew,
We all are blowing to re new.
After a week of carols and cake,
To the first morning, something to wake.

To wake the hope and make it believe,
Now only the change can relieve?

In the room full of darks,
Nothing to stay, but the marks.
Though the echoes of dryness blare,
Bells of joy and colours are here.
We are behind that curtain of old,
Ready to leave, to live and to mould.

Some unseen folds are yet to be unfold,
Throughout the track; stiff and rolled.
Some cosy warmth are to be uphold
In the month of snuggles and cold.

Days are too busy draping the twilight,
Sunrays are writing the stories untold.
Brushes are smudging the tints bright,
To fill the empty canvas: future to behold.

With the same dreams and screams,
We are going to greet,
To greet again a white new page,
Book is the same, so is the stage.
Hands can write or lips can repeat,
Or with positivity they can defeat,
All the fears, all the tears,
All the failures and despairs.

In the night of moon and stars,
We have lived to break the bars,
To entwine the new Sun with age old scar,
And to draw the promises of HAPPY NEW YEAR...
@alchis
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