It says that they spread an aromatic fragrance
when they bloom and are bright.
It also says that they wither under harshness
and die down when deprived of light.
Interact with life that comes flying around
and have their own colour to every sight.
Grow up, reach their prime, bloom and later perish,
yet stand everyday as it is right.
It here speaks of flowers and their life,
While I thought it meant us humans.
♦ Hey, it’s almost night time here. Ready for those post 2 a.m. thoughts?
As the Sun settles down,
It takes away a part of us.
The part which keeps us sound,
The part which we show to the world.
And when the Moon takes the sky,
It showers a light on us.
Silver light which brings out something…
Something which we don’t discuss.
Night time does have this affect,
And these thoughts are the most private ones.
But when it starts to overwhelm,
Close your eyes and end the pretense.
Eventually sleep will engulf your realm
And in dreams these thoughts will make sense.
If they don’t, tell yourself : “It was just a dream.”
There are days when I just don’t listen
To anything that is going around.
All I feel is that something is missing,
Something which must be found.
And as I try to end the search,
I simply keep on finding
My own unfinished thoughts
Whose sound has been deafening.
~ If you have ever felt the same, tell me about it.
