A flickering hope in despondency,
like a rebellious flare in the womb of a storm,
and the afflicting Déjà vu of failure,
pulling thy across the lines of anticipate…
The lightning strikes a chord,
with the strings of despair and anguish
while thou navigate the conscience
To the beats of an effervescent life…
The thoughts break autumn’s monotony,
to the resplendent light of springs
and the blossoms meet cacophony…
Just like a dewdrop kissing the earth,
the touch of whose makes the hoarse periphery,
a delight to walk on…
Just like the sun oozing out of his siesta
from the deep blue sea…
The insight outshines thy desire,
and thou command an enigma of sanguinity…
The naked half-moon exposing
its shining bare skin,
across the bed sheet of clouds
and the stammering gloom of night…
The darkness makes the shine more affluent,
like happiness leaping amidst a masquerade of gloom…
A hope is more than
a few fluttered words
it is the fortitude of forbidden times,
and the reformation of finesse…
a hope is more than just “A Hope“
