A tale told by a joker (devoid of sound and fury)

Accumulate not the woes,
O' oceanic eyes;
Nor the tiniest bejewelled drop,
From your reservoir, let slide.

For you're Hope, you're Dream,
To my dreary eyes, you're Gleam;
As raconteur, in your playful banter-
Life's brightest hue, my cherished theme.

Glow! Illuminate the night sky- my pole star,
With yesterdays and tomorrows, all afar;
An immortal speck on the Time's wall - deem,
The quixotic pair, a joker and his queen.

What Lines foretell

Of barren breaths and worn-out wares,

A tumultuous journey, a comedy of errors;

Through hearts of darkness, or a child’s glee,

A change of clothes, and I shall just be.

To a lonely grave, or a lasting embrace?

Two sides of a coin, a sigh or solace?

The unquenched spirit- near elixir, yet always afar;

Tiptoes hope and despair, through life’s door ajar..

In the court of Fate, a plea for succor,

To assuage the ache, for soul recover?

A kindred spirit, a warm abode to dwell?

An unheard prayer, the Lines foretell..