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.