One day, when the universe is tired
of staying up all night and day
When the sentinels of the world are fast asleep,
like on a Sunday noon
I'll take a step out And the world will sigh
scaled worries everywhere
from the sky to the pit, High and low.
the everlasting dream
I still have it
Tucked away safely in the attic
With the green marble and
The fluffy blanket, the wand like wooden stick
And that dress I could never throw away..
Things came, and things went away
The stroke of sun and moons bright gleam
The east wind or the pouring monsoon
A baby's first cry or grandpa's last breath
Things came, and things went away.
But them collected souvenirs remained
Like old souls turning in their graves
Heavy, aching and cold like our hearts.
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ODE TO EVERYTHING.(Editing)
PoetryThese are a collection of my random scribblings. you know ? the type of ones you write at the most unexpected moments but you end up reading it over and over. well that's how it is for me. I hope you like it. Enjoy! ★P.S: \_(^.^)_/ I appologise for...
