Join the Dots Tomorrow…
Can I join these dots again?
When the broken links come alive
Trying to touch peaks together
Making my vision clear
to make desires flow ahead
For end may not be very near.
These dots are not in straight line
Still they seem to be in queue
Entwining like a perfect vine
For they bloom in few
As seasons simply pass by
From a low till they reach high!
I can see these dots circle around
Trying hard to touch the other end
Pulling at strings and jerking away
Sometimes breaking chain of thoughts
Striving to pick up the pieces
fighting the battle already fought.
My mind’s greenhouse can house
these dots of my own thoughts
Nurturing them to fruit ans bloom
Ready for the harvest sale and what not!
Even though they want to mouse away
I still want to let them groom
Other dots that lay scattered
For in mind they are already shattered
Slipping away from life and hope
High on mind’s narrow dope
Sniffing in all caffine and vile
floating in nullity with smile.
But we need to truly remember
these are mere haphazard dots
gullible and mouldable in mind
We can allign them for us
polish their rusty bolts and nuts
And enjoy the future they can find.