◇ The Lost Symphony

Intertwining clouds, reminiscent of the grey skies. Would it be much easier to surf the waves of multiple uncertainty?

What has been easy has never been consistent, the scent of new beginning. An unfolding era of the same old scenario, why would it be much awaited yet elusive?

In the mayhem of fading sparks, bustling breeze of crisp cold winter… affirm with conviction, conquer with intent.

Allow yourself to be submerged and flow until you row to the shore. It shall be a journey to convey.

Fold to unfold until you reach the new threshold. The easy way out would be to wear the blindfold to fade in the cushion of hope.

Decipher your intent, be subtle yet significant. An ounce of courage?

Soovan Sharma Dookhoo