When the life was about to slip away,
I found a new purpose
&
We started digging a new tunnel
Through the rocks of rough terrain of tragedies
&
Discovered a troop
Of termites
It had made our journey easier
So much for their hunger
And ours too
Whorls of wisdom
I realised
When blues disappeared
The empty sky
Stars could not hold
Any longer
Black hole of wisdom
Sucked all the volition
When the mist dries
Moist breaths
Dried mist
Hazy sights
Proximate bliss
While embracing a moment
When embracing a moment
We dissolve
Without a definition
