Broken Patterns

Embossed fonts chizzeled over a seemingly infinite base,
Rubbing my hands through all the patterned gales.
Addicted to the rhythemic movement of my hands,
Over the ornamentations on the temple wall in colourful bands
Carried was I to go with the flow,
Unaware, unattentive of what went around
Lost in the patterned world!

But the rhythm did something interrupt ...
A wiggled tuft,
Blossoming life inside a lifelessly lively pattern
As if taking forward the baton ...
The responsibility to burst the monotony bubble,
And bring twists and curves even inside the cracked part of the motif! 
Yes a pretty life emerging from the broken pattern!