In Leisure

 When in leisure
I listen my poetries
I feel my existence in this world
has a purpose.
Amid the darkness...
rays of hope spark
to put remarkable step ahead.

Its raining outside;
everywhere creativity sprouts;
Colours of life touching the darkness
support the nature to bloom again.

Its amazing...
mysterious also,
Life, mortals, and all arguments;
Putting every scrap in the question dustbin
soul desires to quench the thirst of bliss
in opaque.

Let me unveil...
my tires of vision,
where I have lift unsolved riddles,
listening poetries, the talk of my soul,
aromatic touches and wistful dream.

Now the longing is at the vanishing end.                         

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