Healing feels like a cinematograph of a scenic landscape, where the wind brushes through the soft velvet highs of your cheek with a stillness in all things else. Healing looks like a bus ride home in the middle of the night with a few exhausted breathing bodies that host dead men, where the moon at its finest accompanies you home. Healing tastes like a cup of warm lemon water at 6:00 am on a monsoon morning by the window that faces the east. Healing sounds like a calming peace & quiet, slowed pace, where the melodies of monotony sound clear & distinct. Healing feels like a magnified volume of silence that consumes every chaotic thought and bring wrapped gifts of a new pair of eyes that finds beauty in everything that constitutes this world. Healing teaches acceptance of all things that are beyond control. Healing feels like unbecoming while walking on a Bombay local station with the best of coke studio playing as the soundtrack of life. Healing feels beautiful.
- yuva
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Heartache & Hope
PoesiaA compilation of the experiences I encountered and the emotions I felt on my journey to heal from heartache I the purest vessel of art and expression: poetry.
