Sitting under the heaven's flare thy flight in the mid summer air thou art faded to the past and future whilst singing to the burning zephyr a drop of such hearth to nurture singing ballads being wayward lads and mocking the passersby further. Twas their unknown words made me curious in my heart and frown with mischievous birds and lost when they did depart.
"Roaring storm clouds upon skies black these are earth's evening moods Dreams are alive and sparkling of thine thou art the creator of thoughts divine thou shalt feel the dark this evening won't return'st and earth won't be same if you miss dancing this time mistakes will be of your name O'er the thin bright silver thunder the storm clouds roared their best whilst the darkness approached the evening the western winds did the mutter."
"She is a midsummer child born under bright summer light wearing the warm forest field among harsh days,she felt delight ! I saw the faded leaves dancing their last dance before falling on earth totally forgotten it was their last chance ! She bloomed around these days harsh days,harsh sun,harsh summer ! But like a rain upon dry sun rays peace of the raining skies,she harbours. This summer will give all the rain away and then the mayflower might die ! She is a mid summer child after all and that's all I can say !"
"I really like it,when this wind blows they add some chill into my breath just like a new hope, in a deep dark night they bring a new beam These winds wash each part of my heart I get a new life ! I really like it,when this wind blows.
I fell from the sky ! scars ! O scars, all over me ! thy heart never felt my pain how stone cold it is a great feature of thee. I was flat on the green field and over the bedrock of some old thrones eyes wide open to see, reveries my heart do build. Far away there was the distant sun, before my arrival on earth, he was gone. I felt love yet I was broken lost yet taken skies were my home but with the trees now I roam I felt broken,fallen from the sky but this time !! my soul was high.
With the 2nd wave of Covid-19,the chances of a 2nd #lockdown is here.So obviously this is all I could think of !
"How it really feels and O' it is no big deal ! someone's heart is trapped inside their sleeve but still,but still they still feel ! They feel suffocated in these summer days They live like a roasted flower without a gentle shower ! They feel suffocated And who really can see ? who really can care The flower dies daily still it remain alive from this thought I decide to deprive in these days of summer harsh earth,rude fervor How it really feels ? O' it is no big deal !"
Don't know, may be it's lame but can't add more...
In this tough time , I hope everyone is taking care of yourself n families... Soon we will overcome all this, prayers. Stay safe dear ones.
You can search me in forgotten musings, In between the blank spaces of your favourite verses, Somewhere among the shining stars and tides of sea Somewhere in between holding on and letting go... Or may be in the hues of memory Or someone's photo gallery... Among the mundane metaphors Or in the scrawled scribblings...