When life comes to a halt

When it seems that

The past bygone, left in despair

Is actually much heralded ..now

And the present you are in

Is making you feel caustrophobic.

Elegance has lost its charm

Flamboyancy has lost its way

The day when

crude rudeness tends to assuage your soul

When guts are in desperate swing

Of low shadowy dusk

The somber days appeal to you

Much more than they had ever done

When you sense that their charm

Secluded you from the grays

This exclusion from dulls

Held the pristine glory of yours

And the things which were

Seeming exotic

Prove to be an illusion

And sensed as the most unwelcoming era

Is such lowliness merely a mood swing

Bloody demeanour

Or a consequence of unhurdled

And despised trajectories intersecting

In the most voracious annihilation

May it not be so damned

A better show to everything is optimism

That says it is the glow of the musky dawn

That awits you to be heralded..........