THE UNTETHERED

 Relentlessly I have this bashing feeling of nostalgia

Of not being able to imagine as I used to
The question is... have we been educated as years pass by?
Or only learnt to learn but not to create

The innocence as a child when I see my son
Asks me hard enough to introspect the less explored me
While ..the heart seeks to write without thinking
My mind pulls back on the consequences

Pulling in all the strength which I seek to have
I wish those words come to me as they use to
But isn’t that how it is….that it should be?
Because your heart still silently smiles as a mute spectator

We often not value all the things we have
To talk straight from the heart has become a privilege
Because in the end it doesn't matter if you lived
All that is whole and complete falls apart without love

SHE SUNG

 

She sung her songs in silence

Amidst the beautiful Creation of herself

She flaunted the colors beyond imagination

Yet she never forgot to shelter others

For she never thought they were others but a part of her own self

LUNA

He hides.. 

He shines ..

He teaches us one truth of life..

That every darkness is followed by more brightness to come..

Every bright side is no forever..

But did we notice that.. this is only for the outside..

Inside he is at peace in solitude 😋