Raptures And Rhythms

One sultry summer evening

Breeze played truant

Sans sign of flowing

Sun was on the move

On the dotted lines of groove

Chased dusk at horizon

Faded further...

To a state oblivion

My being ...

Engulfed in a pool of transition

Did count on

Sighs and reminiscences

To prune perception

Feeling of torn

Made inroads to choke

Tributaries of resources

Left my battered soul

To endless brooding

And tedious ways

Just then

Like a flash of lightning

In a dark night

A strand of thought

With subtle coating of

Figments of imagination

Strayed from nowhere

To save me from the plight

The intense feeling

Honed my perseverance and yearn

Helped deftly weave

Each waft of word and action

Fair share of flair

Bloomed right after

Inspired innings

To score more

Embellished miles of

Raptures and rhythms

Opening new vistas

For a glorious chapter.