To The Times Ahead..

When you deep down grow old, and such the life folds,

Taking you to the lanes of starry nights,

Beloved with love and fights,

Catching the cold winter storm.

Well, how would it be if its the new norm?

Life becoming a gala of dreams,

And yet so colorful themes,

Straight from the river of shade and grey,

Dark outside but in heart, we all pray.

Gaining a lot from our mistakes,

Holding tight to our own soul stakes,

To the times ahead, it's all about us.

All we have still we just rush !!