Blissful Bloom

Somewhere...

 In the outskirts of fun and frolic

 In the midst of alluring night life

 I find mounds of grief

 Spilling over from untold stories

 Impacting serene blessed space of divine

Somewhere...

In the distant orchards of melancholy

I find unnerving stillness 

That pierces through the heart

Destroys essence

Drifts me away from the goal of spirituality

And I remain buoyant 

In the sea of folly

Sometimes...

I bury my cluelessness

In the alley of drooping silence

To be able to peep into a nostalgic trail

Hone my perception to remain away

From pale imitation of bliss.

Sometimes...

I crave for soulful rhythm and rhyme

Not just a place in space

But also in time

To boost my sagging morale

Bloom as per ordain of Supreme.