Serendipity

Cursed is my existence
Remedy is truly none
Fate is just so unfriendly
Obscure is the jovial sun

The chilly wind is rising
Diminishing the warmth
Shivers rush up again
Passing scornful taunts

Against the mighty season
Of long summer so stable
Hopelessly receding charm
Once which stood formidable

Seems to surrender the shelter
To the icy cold-spirited winter
Losing its glory; leaving its hold
Over the nature's kingdom so old

I observe the sky draining its hue
Dismal clouds concealing the blue
Mystic fog enveloping the landmass
Pearl-white dew pervading the grass

Oh I can now finally listen and feel
The harsh screams of my dreary soul
Desperately craving for pure respite
In this desolate, frigid season whole

Where I find no sign of a man
Sunken trees engulfed in snow
Frosty whispers drilling my ears
No landscape to lead on I know

The rosy petals have fallen already
And blissful bloom has drifted apart
As icy hopelessness tears my chest
I trace no folk to embrace my heart

For everything mere that's left,
And all that is yet to arrive
I have a broken spirit to heal,
Certain feelings to confide 

Of all those tender leaves

Thou art my true cure 

For a misery so unfair

A pain one can't endure 

A thoughtful obsession
Of emotions that I feel
Reflected towards thee
Charged with great zeal

A scintillating sun thou art
Shimmering with sheer shine
The melody I intently yearn for
In that soulful song divine

The throttle of my throat
The engaging texture of voice
Thou art my sweet tone
And my sole right choice

The enamouring rhythm of my lone soul
Thou art that melody I earnestly trace
In those swift movements of brisk air
And that dance filled with utter grace

The perfect pitch I intend to seek
To play that song instilled with wonder
With blissful lyrics entirely embellished
To infatuate thy heart; let thee surrender

The guard that veils thy beauty sublime
The endeavor to have my heart entwined
To thy charming spirit ascending too high
Wherst fitful gusts art too keen to fly

The harmonious music thou art
The reverberations with a single aim
To fulfill an exigency for positivity
A loving kindness for each name

Thou art my strife for a nobler life
The fresh dew drops of morning bright
The agonies for I would, totally sacrifice
My sobriety on those breathless nights
Thou art that engrossing peace;
I have long back abandoned far
Still so sweet; too tough to resist
Like taste of age old, wine so sour...