As the sunset reckons....

All of us find solace in something or the other. Everyone of us finds peace in something, someone.....to keep in touch with our own sanity. It is inevitable that you return to whatever you hold on to, sooner or later.

For oft in the daily grind

as the sunset reckons

to gather my wares

and head for home

for when the toil

for hours filled with sweat and blood

has taken its toll

on muscle and soul

i run to her

right into her arms

for the magic touch

and the soothing voice

for in her embrace

one finds rest

and her arms

the healing

Where the rare elixir

makes all pains disappear

all the ugliness

dissolved in fragrant ether

When sensory perception

reach out to out and beyond

revitalise and invigorate

the conscience

words and voice

a collage by unknown

form a mould

from unto which

when you break out

the air is always fresher

the vision much clearer

a simple smile

and peace descends upon thee.