December diaries

 December Diaries

December for Dears have come to make us glad,

We are loved, perplexed and hunted to travel.

We can brew the golden depart of the year ,

But what can a simple man do without fear?

December,the month of Dears,

When other months run the passage and ravages of time.

December slow down, to make us realise,

The jesus's time  to treasure, a leave .

Less about run,

More about rerun,

Where do we all go wrong?

Where all do we really belong?

December is known about the silent love song.

The month of priest,

December diaries rummaged in priority fiest.

Demeonous crystal of vernal epinox,

December is all about introspection, reflection and trust ,just assumptions are fatal.

One Year passes after another,

December wave them their favourite goodbyes.

Filled with genises of transquilent ties,

The twelfth month ,just about love, not tossing truth and lies beside.

No regrets what happened in the year,

Reminisce the curve of nostalgia from january  to November.

Dilemma's to Duster, December with no fabricated luster.

Death bed of another year,

December diaries provide momentary pleasure.

Like the curve of shakespeare literature,

Historical enigma of silver plater filled with abhorrence.

December make the lights dim,

And hopes high.

For the castle of tumult latent with flowery band of joy,

The rivers running through the stormy cold nights.

December would depart,

Like another month  of 31 days in approax.

December is so courageous and  still,

Betheaquing the languishing spirits of will.

December brings love and life,

In winter times of pleasant sights.

December make the phase - phenomenal,

December serves  merry bells of christmas cluster, written in journal.

December bought love and hate,

December is another  wise winter fate.

December is fashioned around the round trauma of someone's heart,

December clicks the bell of New year's gate. 

December - The purest month in all seasons,

Here the lovers are born! And Haters just die.

December - the Decent trail and Diva of reasons,

It become the month of Happiest good bye.

December is about Pure love,

Soul mates and mega status.

December is the month where genius's  change,

And Kids grow to adult, and adults age.

Yess! And Even December would pass,

And disperse apart.

Like her lover even left,

Leaving her alone, bereft.

A DEBT!

And this is the December maze,

Filled with charisma and Craze.

31st, sitting on the doors to come, but you can't have her,

As , forevers are meant to turn  into whatevers and  then to nevers.

Leeza