it
began as a thought, a small out-of-nowhere spell that slowly inhabits inside. it
then became an image as i go envisioning about it, how i am there
any time of the day. it rung on perceptions, echoed on to the empty streets,
before it became familiar.. a tone that is gradually becoming audible. is but
a mental picture, seems pretty sane for all i know. and it keeps me grounded to
my sanity. at some point i drifted away from my realm and chose to stay into
the figment of my imagination. there is nothing but the bliss of just flowing
away, the delight of its sweetness feeding me that fervent promise; welcoming
with a warm welcome, embracing with a fervent embrace. i bury through the
crowd but it remained on the surface. i ran under the rain but it never washes
away. i engulf in its overwhelming existence but the passion keeps me embarked on the ocean of aspirations, and hopefulness keeps me dry until i reach the
shore. that’s just how it is, maybe. and i am happy anyhow. this is not Love,
but it is a love for something. it's seething—more ardent and aggressive. my
universe is aligned along this path no matter
how i strayed, deviating from my actual consciousness to the
deluge of contemplations. it always feels like home when
i get there. somehow, i never get tired no matter how endless it seem, and i
will never outgrew it no matter how swiftly i grow older each day; my every
hair turning gray but forever it is young within me. pens continue to drain,
thoughts amassing and words flowing. these verses continue to play every day
so are my aspirations, into my concealed feelings i can hear how each line transcends, every syllable falling out from the twigs inundated by each and
every breath’s stream as i stare quietly smiling at those pleasant dreamings.
that’s just how it is, maybe. this is my passion—the love for words, and i am
happy anyhow. i won't be getting anything out of it but my
spirit is humming its tone, smelling its sweetness, bathing every sprinkle of
pleasure and hope, its light i'm embracing. i may bury through the crowd but this
ardor will remain onto the surface . i may get drenched under the rain but it
never washes away.
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