This poetry collection explores the theme of "Living & Non Living" and delves into the relationship among humans, objects and the forces of nature. 🙍♀️ 📝🌱
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I stand in midnight blue, facing the Green Light, that sheds its glow, over coffee colored waves. In a whisper, I ask, the lone Green Light, "How to fill the void, of all lost hope?"
In silence it listens, unlike those days, when it murmured in my ears, to keep moving - "Follow that brown-eyed girl" or "build the house of cards of your dreams," "Climb that mossy hill" and "Take that bend in the road." In my slumber I saw, the Green Light's wink, and I let it in, through my barred window. But tonight, it's stopped, without telling me to stop, and I look around, to see the missed sign to "stop."
Holding my breath, I stared at the sky, like I had done, when the moon was last blue. Tonight, it's dark; The stars clocked out. the moon seems marooned, In a cloudy obscurity. Still and quiet, with unmarked gloom, the sky spreads out, a vacant vastness. The void in my heart, shrinks screaming, I feel the world stretch, to Himalayan height.
In the blink of an eye, I find myself dwarfed to the tiniest man to have ever walked the earth.
