Dreadful Dry throatless Wind,
Shivering through the window sill;
Gazing beyond the misplaced canvas,
edging on vision behind;
Only hope, seeing you, way beyond
all the living carcasses betwixt;
Neat fold of love kicking forth
thought and feel to Sense ;
Adding on a touch of Joy,
A touch of HappyNess;
the DAY nears by day,
Birth to one of the million chance;
Backdoor shows a lot,
huge epiphanies intertwined;
Chance we Met, chance we Set,
and all the slow events pass;
And the days grow harsher,
and stronger. Can you face it?
Who spite who?
who spite how?
All the bonding to dust,
But, No! Not the end;
Dust was gathered,
Dust for a new seed;
Because dust is not just Dust,
It has life too, breathing;
New seed of Life and Friendship,
New seed of Joy;
A layer of love and goodness
above many so, above many so;
Intricate deep the fold between,
same, a lil similar the minds apart;
Beer and Holder we say,
Stuck together, niceties among;
Fun friends they say,
Long deep ones they actually are!!
Happy Birthday!
