Room with thousand doors.

 Still room without any emotions.
Sharpen my ears but no use.
Where is the literary blooms?
 I missed for a while?
Breeze elopes with floral fragrance.
Still the view beyond windows seems nothing.
 Here comes a fluttering butterfly-
Wrapped in colourful magical wings.
 Dancing through the doorways.
And yes here comes the verses.
 Time and place changed nothing.
Words are dancing on the dias.
 One at a time knitting splendid tales.