My lonesome soul Loves the company of the moon. While I cry to the stars. As I confide to them, Telling all my heart aches. They realign for me And shows me the way, To set me free.
Within me flows a rivulet that has forgotten to gurgle, a tree unable to sway, a seed that whispers unsprouted, a flower with faint memories of fragrance.
Is it only me? Or is this the new normal?
Should I just realign with the new realities?
Practical is the way to go. Idealism, yet to open its score.
You make the glossy human mind more attractive after going through the shades of dark, Humour, bliss, catastrophe, surprise rests in your lap, I merely unfold the box of ocean and let the timeless present flow in the swift of sunlight.