Too many words, too little sense

We talk about crossing mountains and

Burning down the bridges to comfort each other,

How does holding hands and

Walking in the park never occur to us?

They say Spring brings with itself the joy,

Of watching the sky clear up and giggling children trying to jump off the backyard fence,

I say you are my Spring, Summer and Monsoon,

You brilliantly make your presence felt but disappear like a gust of blinding winds.

We can paint our thoughts on a canvas,

Tune our melodies with the sweet hymns of magpies,

Yet we don’t dance to the music of our souls,

Which we are afraid to discover on our own.

The forgetfulness of a kind deed

Is more terrifying than the forgiveness of a distasteful circumstance,

You can put all the blame and empty yourself of a raging mind,

But how do you fill the void if you have lost those memories made under the glittering sky of the night?

The power of our mind can drive us to do the unexpected,

Like breaking our boundaries to accommodate the whims and quirks of an unimaginably hard to describe person,

The heart lets out a hand to make peace,

Trying in vain to win over the World that wants to give up every now and then.

My mind wanders off to many places,

Living the experiences of persons settled far away in different continents,

I am not sure how to control the emotions that do not want to be tamed,

Yet I dream about those lanes that are inscribed in my mind like the words on the walls of a monument.

Until next time, Readers💛