Thoughts unexpressed

If you have dreams and you have yourself,

Then there’s no going back.

Rejuvenation of smothered hind sights and sporadic splendours,

Long entwined into unfathomable innocence

Will be recast on your malaise present.

When your broken heart becomes pejorative for your crestfallen self.

But don’t give up…

You are awakening,

pen down your jargon

And meet your maker.

Move along with gusto,

Peruse the hints.

Jettison the entailed retrograde.
No more sacrileges,

No intimidation by void conjectures.

Our saviour faire will ensemble our souls.

And the callous past shall melt.

Whilst umpteen wishes of kith and kin engender your halcyon days.

Genesis begins with dreams,

where,Cacophony evolves into prudent mush.

And the sapiens we are

It becomes easier to be, easier to live.

Never genuflect to condescending vibes.

Rather embrace sagacity

and be the quintessence of an existential soul.

Unwary of life’s conundrum.