Live a little

Wisps of listless and silence,
hangs heavily in the air
Hushed even among friends,
time, mocks at you with a prolonged stare.
Wistfulness in every pulse blares.
A voice which still says
live a little, just a little.

-Small inspiration from this wonderful song.

It's a beautiful day

Through the clouds pierced a ray
Thoughts that had gone astray
Seems to concur on a tray
Bygones be cast away
Like clouds of grey
Scatter to make way
It's a beautiful day

A perfect rain drop

That saunters down from atop

The first drop of rain

Alters the life, mundane

Sparks a pulse through the vein

Keeping the mind quite sane

It surely is a beautiful day

A dedication

Time, for none it stopped still
Life, kept rewritten by a quill
Often re-iterated like a synchronized drill

Forget not those who were dear
Those extended hands were very near,
Who were able to look past your queer

Thankful be to those blessed souls
Without whom life would be but holes
Dedicated to one and all, these lines on scrolls