Emotions

Some moments left to grow, some peaks still to mount
Some days yet to live, some nights never to sleep
Filled with lazy yawns at the dawn of the noon
I scribble my emotions over the barren landscape of an anecdote.

May be life tumbles on its wobbly-bubbly path once in a while
But hope always breed within the crescent of my willful existence
Back to the world of the mortals from the dungeons of Hell
I sketch my whims on the plagued pall of a palanquin
Carried on the shoulders of bony skulls anticipating my wisdom
To help them evade the dooms of death by Lucifer's sword.

Meddling with thou thoughts, Fed-ling with thou dreams
There lies the questions to the periphery of thou answers.
Sometimes my tame-less heart ponders into those gulling domains.
Where my aims once strayed when life was some-what younger.