In the intricate subtelities of life, I have felt outworldly at times. I have breathed the air and thanked it twice. I have seen my scar and observed it dissolve in the vastness of my skin. I have looked at sky and found clouds and hues which look much more like home than the one where I actually live. I have seen myself in mirror and stared straight into my deep brown eyes; for a moment it made me a stranger from myself. I have slept in blissful dreams which turned into nightmares as the sun ascended the horizon. I have imagined my past lives, future lives and all the lives that I have lived- merely by gazing a full moon sky.
Strange, how I always find myself creating stories in my head while my own story seems more like an unravelled mystery to me. In the intricate subtelities of life, I have felt that my "outer-self" and my "inner-self" thrive in blissful co-existence. They do not invade each other's territory. But they don't let me see the defining mark of those territories either. So, I simply tresspass them- unknowingly.
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Whispers Under The Moonlight
PoetryThe collection of one shot stories, conversations and poetries. Written soulfully, like a whisper, under the moonlight.
