Time faded,
So as the memories,
The petrichor bloomed,
And the world stand still,
The daffodils in the scorching sun,
All dried up and lost its glam,
The droplets of water, chilled and frost,
The places covered in snow and storm.

I saw the seasons changing its cloth,
To and fro,
As I longed for the old days,
Isolated and restless,
Then I turned those dusty pages of life,
I saw it empty and pale,
The passage of time shooked
its head and whispered,
"Its your turn, paint those pages with
green and blue".

-

In a room filled with the scent of darkness,
I screamed silently being unseen,
As I walked through the road of seclusion,
I heard voices in my head whispering it's going to be okay,
I weeped throughout the sleepless nights,
I failed being putting myself to doze off as I hit the bed,
Unnoticed and being invisible,
I convinced myself that this wont last too long,
I fought my own battles alone a little harder with
each passing day,
Slowly and steadily I consoled my psyche,
This shall too pass,
This shall too pass!

-

Amid the mellifluous lines
of hills,
In between the fairytale of
unrealistic sagas,
I found him standing
regardless for me when the
walls were crumbling and the
fire was raging,

In the middle of all the
cacophony of unheard
dreams,
Amidst the darkness of the
melting candles of delusions,
He held my hand when the
world was crushing and the
stars were falling.

-

She is like the Van Gogh painting,
Dreamy and enigmatic,
She carries her imperfections like
the flawless stars in the night,
She is the clutter amidst a stormy
sea that looks for the hush for
an escape,
She is like the poetry that hides
the stains of her scars between
its rhythm,
She is the rain that drenches the
universe to wipe the fire burning
inside her,
She is like a bizarre forest that
whispers a million stories that no
one understands.

-

The silence in the sky,
The hush in its chaos
Disguised riddles in its
web of cotton candies,
Awed me lost in its magic,
I wondered how peaceful it
must be,
To whiff the limits of its
mysticism,
And sing a song of euphuism,
Letting out the caged feelings
to taste the mists of its freedom,
To revive and to relieve,
Far away in some unparalleled
realm.

-

The bleeding wounds recited
the poetry of cleansing,
The unhealed blotches screamed
the saga of treachery in disguise,
The rusted pages unfolded the
puzzles of concealed enigmas,
The wind blew to the faces kissing
the tears of despair,
The apparent yet devoid sky
darkened for a while,
The drizzles poured magically on
those naked skin that cries to
sleep every night,
Washing away the endless series
of broken strings of many lives.

-

Turning the tormenting thoughts
into art, a new artist was born,
The scars turned into a
symphony of rain,
The bleeding vulnerabilities
painted the changing seasons
in vain,
The metaphors unravelled the
storm into poetry,
The entwined breeze found
liberation to sail,
A new soul reborn shoving itself
from oblivion,
Washing away the ruins of the
blitz, a new artist was born.

-

Burdening anxieties,
Fluctuating heartbeats,
Peeked to and fro,
The crowd amidst the
chaos,
Yet silence striked into
the core,
Shivering soul,
Searched for the soothing,
Like a lone wolf in the
twilight,
Yearning for the cacophony
in disguise!

-

Memories blurred
Burden in the heart uplifted,
Sigh of relief,
Estranged wrenching wounds,
The incense of blossoms,
Flourished every inch of
the nerves,
A seed of hope sowed,
Someone finally has moved on,
Far away from the haunted
yesterdays,
Somewhere close to the land of
orchids that sprinkles love.

-

//She//

A book covered with mystery
Dusty and confined,
A fragrant daffodil in the spring,
Majestic and distant,
A dew drop on a dry leaf,
Cold and restrained,
A sky bound with dreams,
Devoid and grey,
A sealed door amidst the chaos,
Quiet and dark.
The dawn from the other side of
the tunnel,
Ominous and hopeful.

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