AN ELEGY

- 28 Feb 2023
- 00:08 | Tuesday

The art of to stay still,
At times seems so little.

Earlier, I was wating
Wating for flood
To hit my over-bloomed garden.
Bring my aptness to knees.
With addictive black beads

Comeback of darkest night
Starving Sundowns
Deserted face & ripped soul
Trying not to cry
Leaving scars over interior body
To wander in the emptiness
Alone, Sad, and Scared

It feels,
Something engulfs me in despair
As shadow of death looms everywhere

Wating because, 
My energies answer me
Answer to the question, I raised
Well! At peace now
It is like water to my life
In the end- 
It is all  PERSPECTIVES
   
It is fierce as we see.
By keeping everything choked because we do not want to hurt our beings. We do not want to bother them with our useless problems. But in the process, we end up hurting ourselves.
Wanted to scream and tell someone about the typhoon in our head.
But again, we push them away because we were terrorized that, they will not understand and then we let the storm continue to whip our mind.

It is a paradox you see, by desperately becoming indecisive.     
                       
                                                                         -Again, PERSPECTIVE it is

-Venus Magroliya