You once told me to drape scars with beige roses and grow by wrapping remains of upheaval. But fear flaunt cobwebs betwixt thorns, which are afraid of prickling skin in delirious way amidst orchard that is, for you, lethal.
You once told me, poets are bohemians sculpting domicile for every trespasser walking inside the vast colony of their poetries, now that I roam on the lanes of unheard stories, light transpire within me every day while darkness fail to step amidst my allegories.
You once told me to bloom sunflowers in backyard of my house, you said people pass withered flowers to others & keep blossoming once in their own caskets. Little did I knew this world runs on the chariot of beautiful hearts but deep- inside survive on else's flesh.
You once told me, this journey is more about relishing on the bounty it carries than arriving at the destination we are meant to be, so I fly everywhere my heart wants before this wings reach at the shoreline of dreams, which is stitched to the vast sea. ~Purva