My mind yonders
Beyond the horizons of the bright blue sky,
However meek the sluggish slush of a snail may be
My naked eye still watches it
The delicate sway of the leaf
Tumultuous wind is to blame, the screech of the green
“Come into hiding” seems rueful.
Trying to sketch sense of a mere feeling,
May be as historic as the imaginative lead (pencil) line of a painting
Or as
Music swelling upto the rhythmic beats.
On analyzing it boils down to being not so photogenic to the world
In a secret,
It’s a whole blaze of white carnations and tulips
Yet brighter than the strong almighty Sun
I surrender my soul to the mystical tantra
To make this journey from one abode to the other
As blissful as heaven.
“If I may”
I wish for true belongingness
For, I’m still waiting on time to tell its story.
nash
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Submission Name: Voyage through life
