When everything flooded through my dreamy eyes
Sitting on a rock, questioned which are the lies.
When the wind waltzed through my fizzy hair,
All I dreamt was which one is fair.
Lullaby said by young myna made it powerful,
When all my running thoughts turned awful.
The struggle of little ants in the hard stone,
Said, how hard work pays off! I felt all alone.
When the word of you mattered
The Hidden feelings of my heart shattered
I saw the smiles through the wings of the butterfly
And all of it motivated me to fly.
In the realm where beauty wins
The exact truth that needs to be questioned and answered is true.
The dark silhouette of leaves showed many shapes
All I heard was the poetic cadence.
A star from a thousand stared at me.
Which turned the story into we.
Lost in the dry woods in the ground.
I wish to sit there and feel all around.
When nothing swirls my mind,
I hold the pen to scribble.
A lot unsaid,
A lot unknown.
Mom, why I have failed to shower my love?
Never my heart showed the way to prove.
For you are the best
Turn my unwanted thoughts at rest.
Amidst the sorrows and miseries
I could hear the silent cries.
In a world where nothing stays forever.
A lot more should be said, however!
Nor happy, nor sad, alone I walk.
Thinking there is someone to hear my talk.
The stentorian breeze that added rhythm to evenings
Abbreviated more to say the meanings.
Writings from my old diary
Said many of the true theories
I'm tired to listen to the things
Expectations and reality should have shown perfect endings.
Just I scribble 
An unknown!

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