They would sing and dance to the innumerable beats of music, Would scream their guts out, laughing madly or crying uncontrollably, And of course, not forgetting a daily prayer to wrap it all up!
The lingering shadow of illicit defeat, And the grey shadows of harmless surrender, Merged with their own as they walked their Seperate ways through the lonely meander.
It just flows… Bundle of turmoil, bits of sanctity, erosive, productive, mixed, isolated, all in one, just anything…. Leaving the audience wonder, relate or snub!!
The perfume lingers! On and off you catch the fragrance In the course of life’s journey. Does it hit you hard? No, not any more! You have washed your hands real hard. Yet the perfume lingers!! On and off you catch the fragrance. Like a guest who comes and goes.