ENIGMATIC SWEETNESS
To become an introvert,
I was on my journey
Driven by a thought that,
becoming an extrovert is harming me
And,
And A Little planet appears,
Pupils became wider and lost in the glamour of soul
Spend some moments together,
And more moments, and increasingly......
By its appeasement "GOOD FRIEND", I was moved
Time passed,
And my heart begins roaming around it, with it
To mark moments in someone's memory, I tried
But,
Failed with happy pleasure
The planet was just deeply engaged in becoming brighter,
Day by day knowingly
(Which is part of life)
Now, I wonder that
Was I just a pebble or a passerby?
The quarter became older
And my heart begins to share drought and green with it
Days passed,
And the planet concluded
As it wanted to become brighter, it'll move
And was flowing in the calm river filled with rocks
A few days left; things happened
At certain points, Little heartfelt warmth,
Full of addled, sympathy,
The sweetness of love, coldness of pain
Moved by peace around it.......
My heart falls,
The feeling of a mother for her son
I felt care from depth, the caress
Seconds passed,
I heard it again- "YOU'RE MY GOOD FRIEND"
Deep breaths and sensation
And
And....
My heart was delighted
Lil minutes became hours,
The little soft moments, reached my thought
One day,
Something is shading, I sensed while exchanging colors
But the silence still remains,
My little heart was happy at the moment, The reason
My heart was asking it,
Asking to take pause for a while
But again, the heart begins to sing merits of going on
It will leave
The heart is becoming amateur, and the brain comforting it,
That you still have something
"OCEAN OF LIL MOMENTS"
And all sudden,
The irritating noise became pleasant,
My heart is in deep emotion
Now, I'm inhaling and feeling the warmth provided by sun rays on my skin
Birds are chirruping. And my eyes are looking at two playing squirrels around me.
Just a plane passed over my head and the imagination begin
Repeatedly,
Well, there is a thing still missing -
Between WARMTH, gave and got
In the wheel of life, still, hope exists
A little hope of meeting again
Someday at some point..................
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