Gazing out of her bedroom window,
Into the azure horizon…
She smiles her comforting smile,
Even though her eyes cry out sad tears…
Of emptiness and betrayal…
She is amazed by the nature caressing her into its care,
And regrets her ungratefulness to living : only marred by some mortals…
The sun always shines,
Waking up to a new morning of fresh beginning
But her days seemed entangled into past and wearied expectations…
The wind always sings its song,
But her ears were too deafened by her own screams….
In the beset of unchanging melodies sung,
Her eyes were blinded by her own ruffled uncertainties…
Of self woven dreams fluttering to grow into reality,
Slashed by mocking chains of truth….
Caught up in her self-made maze
Her roots flung away
Till she sat down,
Lost…
Lost in her making up of life…
She cried out to the night of growing despair,
With burning wounds that spoke of past….
Trying to blame images of mortals that disappeared into thin air of transience…
She howled and wailed with pain, anger and grief…
To the gruesome darkness of hopelessness…
Till she exhausted herself out….
And slept into the arms of the silent old tree….
That, which spoke to her in her dreams
That, which took her into the ethereal world of purposeful living…
Of contentment within oneself
And in no other masked being…
Wherein lay peace,
Calming her restless soul…
Of seeing life without paradigms or prejudices
Without trivial expectations…
For life spoke of much more
Than the selfish existence…
More than the mortal’s stay of momentary pleasures
Or unending grief….
More than self inflicted misery…
More than the delusional world
Of materialistic lust…
More than the self pumped ego
That lies insignificant when viewed in the cosmic scale…
More than just simple existence….
Rather “living” ….
Living every passing moment in gratitude…
Cherishing moments of happiness,
Like dew drops in misty morning…
Living life painted with rhythms of joyous times
And erased blackholes of grief…
To live and let live….
Into the azure horizon…
She smiles her comforting smile,
Even though her eyes cry out sad tears…
Of emptiness and betrayal…
She is amazed by the nature caressing her into its care,
And regrets her ungratefulness to living : only marred by some mortals…
The sun always shines,
Waking up to a new morning of fresh beginning
But her days seemed entangled into past and wearied expectations…
The wind always sings its song,
But her ears were too deafened by her own screams….
In the beset of unchanging melodies sung,
Her eyes were blinded by her own ruffled uncertainties…
Of self woven dreams fluttering to grow into reality,
Slashed by mocking chains of truth….
Caught up in her self-made maze
Her roots flung away
Till she sat down,
Lost…
Lost in her making up of life…
She cried out to the night of growing despair,
With burning wounds that spoke of past….
Trying to blame images of mortals that disappeared into thin air of transience…
She howled and wailed with pain, anger and grief…
To the gruesome darkness of hopelessness…
Till she exhausted herself out….
And slept into the arms of the silent old tree….
That, which spoke to her in her dreams
That, which took her into the ethereal world of purposeful living…
Of contentment within oneself
And in no other masked being…
Wherein lay peace,
Calming her restless soul…
Of seeing life without paradigms or prejudices
Without trivial expectations…
For life spoke of much more
Than the selfish existence…
More than the mortal’s stay of momentary pleasures
Or unending grief….
More than self inflicted misery…
More than the delusional world
Of materialistic lust…
More than the self pumped ego
That lies insignificant when viewed in the cosmic scale…
More than just simple existence….
Rather “living” ….
Living every passing moment in gratitude…
Cherishing moments of happiness,
Like dew drops in misty morning…
Living life painted with rhythms of joyous times
And erased blackholes of grief…
To live and let live….
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