Future of the past...

Mostly pain
Mainly tears
A strange dampness-
Like a mist engulfs.

Vulnerable soul,
Now lacerated again
Bangs on the ribs grown hard-
With the storms umpteen

Burnt sands of time
Once hour glass filled;
Scalds the dermis
That hid scars bygone.

No trace, no marks- waves retreat in silent obedience
Pasts relived in bouts, in pangs!
In oceans ain’t lost the ruins-
Ain’t lost the moments once washed by the tears of hurt!!

Phosphor element on the black waves high
Shines pretty, though washed in pain
Flashes of smile, a sudden remembrance-
Like the smells of earth with spells of rain.

Little nothings of smiles in bliss
Some frames frozen sans ‘negatives’ of life!
Treasures collected over journeys long-
Splashes across in careless whispers~

Strengths enriched in pearls of laugh
Lost somewhere in the blacks yonder-
Searching hard for hues to paint…
Canvas of time, in thy present frame.

Future of past in the presents lie
Vibgyor shades some drops of black;
Emotions harp the sinews inside-
On the ‘waves of phosphor’ unto thee we ride!!