Everynight under the glimmer
Of moon Ï Write My Own
Fairytale stealing Magic
Of stars but sadly
The ending Always breaks
My heart
She had scattered
Letters In wind
But forgot book
Kept In Library
Kept on a dusty shelf
Tattered book
Only proof Of
Poetry Lost somewhere.
In the glimmer of moon
Trying to paint stars
Brush is in my hand
But stars not ready tonight ..
Was this My fate
Or just à Line
Which i am following blindly
Forgetting The réal world
Being lost in Poetry ..
Trapped in
Line & curve
Of her Words
& art..
Lived She painting
Softness of flowers
Hiding Thorns
Inside her heart..
How we blend
Each Line into an art
Be it painting or Poetry
Framing it forever
Catching forgotten
Dreams Through
Our Words..
Clock ticks slowly
Drawing a Line
On Blank page
Yet again..
Not knowing
Where it Will
Lead me..
To myself or
Far somewhere ..
Like a line
Each day leaving
Trail through our words
Somedays broken
Other days leading
To a light
Like a line each poetry
Guiding us somewhere
Sometimes you need
To walk in #rain
To feel the Breeze
caressing you &
Brush of #raindrops
On your face
You need to go
Out & embrace nature
As that's what we are
Part of the #universe..
poetry #coffee & #homebaked #cookies
Few minutes of solace
To be lost in words..
