A PART OF ME
endlessly,
seeks for reasons
in everything it embraces.
Its completely naive like an unsettled wave,
deeply messed up in a bewildering depth.
It remains inside me
with a feeling of impending doom,
with a soul ,
that repines to be unfettered to bloom.
For so long, I waited and waited
for something to make it happy again,
for someone to take away all its pain,
magically, casting a spell over the emptiness it felt.
In a hope,
that one day , I could make it like the rest of me
that believes in strength of resilience,
strives for drawing out the best in me.
That chooses to define the aura of felicity,
in my secluded tranquility,
to organize beautifully my version of cacophony
going through my conscience.
And,
let my wings spread to
fly high above the zenith of cerulean skyline
also, to reach the depth of ocean
and let my sorrows peacefully sink there
as I come back ,
fearlessly, this time, to face everything.
That loves the silence in depth of writing,
from gloomy, cold winters to vivid,cheerful springs
that doesnot look for answers
to every final goodbyes life brings.
I wish for someday like this,
with a new hope for beginning all around,
with love and fate truely bound.
Where I could feel every blossoms of life,
perceive every vigilant vibes
and hear aphonic yet loud screams
life gives out,
where every contrasting parts of my soul
are together to complete me as a whole..
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