Crimson Miracles

Those precious moments, no words can speak
Joy, stalked by no sadness
In merry, no clouds shall turn dark
Plenty of nods, steps of joy
Paths drawn by sight
Stunned eyes, they shine pretty and bright.

The night dawns with mercy
Around goes a chant, true... as a heart.
Miracles aplenty, stubborn they are for they survive.
Crimson waves in dark skies
Yellow train...trails of custom
Carve a demand and a wish to note.

Print me in curves and fancy flight
Turn it shall, undauntedly nothing withheld.
A wish to post, memories to trap.
Closer than thy sky but one stop before
Indifferent to a world apart
Lay a white route and blue beyond.

Random turns, random purpose, parade an intense play
Mighty hands, set the time free!
Oh Willing one, point to no more maybe's."

Shilpa Reddy Thoudam