Saudade

A coterie of alacritous minds
Hullabaloo-
Wanderers or millennials?
Pursuit of singularity and settlement.

Preeminence to Disappointments – bygone days
Take it for granted, they say.
A dolled up soldier I am

Still unarmed-

New world, new blends
Frequencies rule-
An omen it is-
An aftermath of a worthy orb.

He strikes again, the bane
Fear creeping in- and pain
“Light the dream- your aim”
The old man says.

An alluring silhouette she is
Lord like-
Glimmering innocence and peace
Bliss-

Accretion of love each glance
Intoxication-
His mind speaks well...
Intuition- they say.

An archer, our soldier is...
Shoot-before it’s too late,
A Sagittarian, I believe
Irrelevant-

It’s gone, the “lifeline”
Now it’s all Insurgence and pain-
Before it’s too late to seek,
He erased the theme...

“Not yours-all along”, the old man warns
Misjudgement-
A blind man our soldier is...
Alacrity at its peak.

The ray of hope was just a ruse,
The universe- his friend after all.
Nothing’s same...
Mundanity-

It is all some fatigues now...
Metal to Kevlar it lies.
Feeling driven universe this is-
Swirly thoughts and supreme rule.

Relentless thoughts with feelings high
A blend of emotion and fame...
It is all hills and slopes,
Though all efforts went vain.

A saudade state is all I have,
Blending and endowing luck hereby...
The universe is a friend and king
Let’s meet somewhere in time...