I was bold,
To opt for hold,
To the shattering thuds,
Of the beats in my huds.

I hustled to spare,
Some time to care,
Placing my body to the chair,
But the very soul to that pair.

I essenced my aroma,
To extract of that perfoma,
That visualised the ream,
To those hurting beam.

Withered and splittered,
Just every moment glittered,
With the fall of light,
To shine me similar to bright.

To an exposing rail,
To the ocean of emotional sail,
Briefing the classic attorney,
Calling it a massive journey.

Expelled to be minded,
Dispelled to be winded,
In those flaunts of rains,
Over those sounds of pains.


Its always better to take regrets and taunts of people to be 101 rather than spoiling yourself amd making them 99 because:
when you have thousands to smile you no need to be focussed at one negative
be ahead ...






© Abhishek