The road to DeLiGhT!

Remnant of a scent !

Sleepy, the elevator I get in

Blast.. a scent prevails

And there, it begins

Is he tall or tiny

Stout or slim

Mushy or muscular

Harsh or hushed 

So, my folklore played

On and on with horses and carriages

With castles and marriages

With spoilage and cabbages

Zoned out for ages.

Few fine days later, 

At the elevator,

A pretty lady, a neighbor

Smiles, the ice breaker 

Boom like a razor

The scent ..Ooh..

Thank God for S.377 legislature! 

" ImMoRtALiTy "!

Immortality lies in the legacies.

That our fore fathers left,

The recipes our grannies kept.

In fables and fairy tales

In music, art, words and veils.

In your strength and struggles

and your tent and troubles.

Through the light and the dark

in the legacies you mark!

Fools are those who believe in the body.

For people far younger carry,

Legacies painted vivid of vary.

Inspiration they bury.

In our souls old and wary

A fire they ferry

In an attempt to make us too "legendary"! 

THE KILL.

Smiles she painted

Colours she filled!

Joy she bought,

Light she spilled.

An Ice Burst, is all she killed !!!

IF ONLY COULD SOMEONE LOVE THE LOST!

All she ever wanted was
a small pill of love.
A pill to make it full.
Full of music and colour,
Full of chaos and cheer,
Simply just, full of life!
So, pills she took.
Day by day  & hour by hour
To keep the high,
To skip the pit,
To swim the depth,
To cope the wretched,
To heat the heart,
To think and To dance.
To live a lie,
What not she did?
Only if she knew
That she scout,
was naught out!
But in confines of
The heart it sprouts!!