Fixing my shattered heart with the melting waves,
I find me aging along with ripples on the trees,
ripples on the face, ripples on the dreams
Up and up, all above, lies-
Ringing bells of heart, listening to the streams,
Lousy footprints on sand, of the time being,
Up and up, my hope's all above,
Hidden in the silver lining.
Unravel and let me rise,
Give me a place in your paradise,
I seem to love staying in this maze of clouds,
That cause the dyslexia of me.
Not this moment, not the next,
But someday it'll be clear in life's context,
Whether carved with a pocket knife, on a mere stone,
Stained with love, I am still my jewel.
Dancing today in the ruins,
in forbidden forests on white nights,
Tomorrow is all reserved, for a paraglide,
through the universe, up and up.
I guarantee, use burnt ashes,
for a new growth, for you to revive,
I'd rather be the phoenix than the sparrow,
every moment in this lifetime.
Is today a lonely cup of coffee,
A deserted island, a flower with no leaves?
Try a bit harder , tomorrow you'll be,
Dancing in the moonlight to eternal harmonies,
Singing seaside, feeling the cold breeze,
The 24th overtone to spiritual symphonies.
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The Dyslexia In Me
PoetrySometimes, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, And sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself. "And when the hourglass of my heart, Runs a riot & rips apart, I know the fireflies of the ocean would still follow me, From where...
