7 years down

As the morning alarm, my soul rings

Brightening petals of these beauty,

 the yellows and the greens

 Certainly the best i ever came across,

Pretty, i can never unsee

Reminder of the smile, so tender

How i envy the wind, playing with her hair

 and those hands running behind the ear

I try unfolding the memoir,

 With the fingers crossed, and a hope so strong,

I stand amidst the aisle AGAIN!!!!

No, not a failure this time

I sigh!! 

A sigh of relief in the years long gone

Bald headed, snow beard

 torn pages and heart ripped off

All withered i see

But the petals..

The yellows and the greens

Smile 

Enlighten my soul as i am nineteen

7 years down.. 

Today, i stand here feeling nineteen