Saturday, August 6, 2016

Confessions of A Lost soul

The nights of banter
With friends surrounded
The dawn mist glowing
Amidst the concerto of bards’ drivel

The undulating water
In the endless river
Her loud giggles
Across the paddy fields

The Rustic memoirs
Lost somewhere
Forever, Felt so Poetic
One more time...

Fevered, weakened, drenched,
Part disillusioned, part amused,
As he surrendered to the autumn rain
He wondered,
If he was drifted to the far-flung land
Or his heart was roving
In “Wishful Thinking” once again

This Post is for Day 6 of the 7 day blogging challenge BAR-A-THON.
Today's Prompt is "Wishful Thinking"

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