A permanent memory
to reverberate
Medium to recall... our soul mate
As the longevity journey of each life circulate
from moments of triumph… to tyrannies of sorrow
Writing is the key to all our tomorrows…
Past is its content… in this present
Passion is the psyche in this clement
from moments of glory… to horrendous crimes
Writing is the story of all our rhymes…
Power to express all Inner feelings
Be it on the sand or a ruckus mountain
Neither the gushes of sea waves nor the thunderous rain
from the beautiful sunrise… to sublime sunset
Writing assures a surprise to all our secrets…
Zenith is the limit, ethereal is the implant
Purity of thoughts wheels every chant
Zeitgeist to relegate feels like a saint
From a mere paragraph… to a complete book
Writing is the barometer that escalates our intent, hook or
by crook…
The Voice to all sounds… beats of a tiny heart
As flow of blood unravels in the veins
Sanctity of the truth to the oath of all religions
Be it the Bible or the sacred Geeta
Writing remains the halidom in all life mediums…