Morning sunshine Beam of symphonies Escorting glittery zephyr Blessed her window Warbler's euphony Indelible serenity
Embroidered with a wise silence Her crimson lips sparkle Crystal sublime melodies She hides metaphors In her colossal eyes Scent of raindrops Decorate velveteen hair
When it's night Sound of silence Amidst the faraway lands Northern lights Her window hugs Ecstasies of paradise
Splendorous her ambience You ponder and decipher? Her pursuit of solace She carries patience in her bag Hope ; her secret Narrating tales To the blanket of stars Her aura escalate tranquility For she is a Moon Beautiful with scars
I was often perplexed with these paths of life or may be I was just bewildered by the paths in my head I travelled these years so far . Whenever I take a trip down through the path of memory lane, I see the parts of happy me I've left there where I bathed in bliss with every pleasant moment and the parts of me I see fossilized in those not so weak storms for my the then naive being.
Yeah I was perplexed often whether to go for an eternal sleep and replay the life I've lived and stuck there for ages , or to hold on to the present survival and just rush out of the pied nostalgia to live for the ashes of hope I've left for the dim future .
I recon... What made me live in past, always ? What made me live in my head always ? A heed to the flashback of colorful and grey memories acknowledged me that it's caused by the changes of life, of my being, of everything. Ahh the unexpected, unwanted sudden changes of life left people paralyzed often. But isn't it what life for ? The changes. For new to replace the old, sad but inevitable.
'But then I learnt to live with the changes' How? Well the seasons, they teach me always how to live despite the changes of life . I accumulated the thoughts I've for nature, for seasons. Winters, summers, autumns and springs, they all rise and fall, die and revive. I love how they let themselves die to let some other born, for change, a change for something new, a change for good. People often seem not to like autumn, but isn't it the season which dares to live even after being crushed?
I may feasibly get bewildered again with the chaos life brings, but I always pray for a ray of hope to hold me to go on. I sometimes turn blue , sometimes grey. I'm black and red seldom. But with the pleasant and unpleasant changes life brings I'll love myself in all the colors just the way I love all the seasons. These paths of life may seem blurry often, I may fall into the depths of darkness, but I shall rise like the Sun after every down. I shall stand tall to every storm life offers. I wanna revive like the seasons, like colorful autumn after every fall...
It isn't the first time Travelling past your crypt Shedding tears of pain, Cwtched by melancholia There wasn't a beautiful thing Than traversing the tracks of life , holding your hands I mourned till morn Is it nostalgia or insomnia!? Drowned in the sea of sorrows At hand of the shore of 'Mountain of regrets' Is my head a cemetery of dead Moments? I had been knocking at your crypt for more than a year Failed to get your response I sowed a vibrant rose to Discern your presence
Ahh! It bloomed Is it proffering your love to me!?
sometimes the world seems strange, As the night is exclaiming to die, The sky is whispering secrets of emptiness The wind is clamoring in aches, Stars are flickering to peirce, And the moon has been paused to suffer But still the beats goes on Randomly stares on your soul twists everything to make you feel You really deserves what you're going through....