Dusk in October,
With the quiet and drizzle,
Settles the harrowing macabre,
Of how bedlam sizzled.
Living in the moment,
With a nonchalant charm,
What brings tomorrows omen,
Weary thoughts disarmed.
A poetic walk amidst the green,
Serene dew beneath the sky blue,
Nature smiles with sheen,
Calmness weaved and sewed.
Tapestry of desire,
Steering to a dreamland,
Not a villain to mire,
What a happy soul demands.
A road not taken,
In the obscure of alcove,
As the paths awakened,
Picturesque landscapes with ponds and a dove.
Cracker-barrel philosophy - Vaishali Adwant 