“Stirring in the vessel of my soul
Emboldened by hope to steel myself
As I breathe you in, like morning coffee
You hatched my saunter into a firm stride
Impelled by the vinaceous sky of the first light
To sour with faith
Off the mark or to the right
It winnowed down to heroic spine
Flashing the chances everytime
In the mazy miniature of life
All but a lonely grind
If only it were rubescent swathes
Conceding the contrary essence
To ruminate and unearth ornate spirit
So when in somersault of travail
That valour is the rescue aid
In this fine day, being alive
It’s a tipsy marriage of grit and hail
Knocked off, yet hell bent
Who said, it’s a joyride
Brace up and discern the calling
It’s a new dawn
Greeting to unfold the glory again “
Tranquil Dialogues 