It’s the time to wrap the clouds
around my shoulders –
A veil of darkness and
its chilly tremors persist.

Light laden sky opens up
a wondrous canvas.
Colors merge around the sun
descending down for the day.

Shadows of time hold 
the racing seconds to hear whispers.
Knots of life yarn get firmer
The fading glow percolates into the soul.

Another solo travel awaits 
An unwilling step forward
through the stormy avenues – 
An unavoidable maze.
© Balroop Singh

I am closing the comments as I will be traveling to attend to an important work. See you next year.

Thank you.

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