An abstract dive into the pages, long-lost words. Amidst those clouds hovering to pour, a moment just before the rain decor. The calm and settled heart dancing on the tunes of the breeze, soothing as peace the chirping all around. A leap back in time, back to the future !

Perspective

Wasn’t a breath of the jolly days.
Fallen eves, a bothersome breeze.
Holding together, a sense, false.
Baby steps, for the walk.

Being, self, the way long back
Cornered, grief, for all it was..
Fellow faces, some .. part of the journey
Kept it going, knowing nothing at all.

Up when the brow raised,
Stormed the way, with a faith.
Desires, dreams, smiles, love..
Rejuvenated.

Storms , lightning, long-lost.
Living the dream, miles ahead.
Unknown, path so crooked,
Came by a confidante, like just another trail.

Doubting eyes,
Perspective by the looks.
Knowing not of the distant joy.
Went along, the sleek joviality.

Passed by the hours,
Turning by the twinkling nights.
Felt a glitch,
In a well thought peace… 🙂

Going by the days are,
Ups, downs… A better start.
Holding a hand, never to leave,
More than a bond…longing to be.

                        -Mrunal Gangurde


Mrunal Gangurde

A Techie, Rusted Biker and a scribbler at times. I blog for my passion of Riding and Writing. Have explored many states in India with my beloved Motorbike with many more upcoming domestic and International expeditions.

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