Here I sit, with an emotion in my mind, when I'll climb up and get over it, I'll find a woman waiting for me, with her long hair blowing with the breeze. The scent of it would linger around the air and that's when I'll know, I've found a Soul to Live for...
There's someone at the back of my mind, a boy with a Sitar. He plays music and lives in between the lines of Art. And I know in his words, I'll find myself. When the chaos of my mind will untangle itself and his soulful voice will fill every corner of my being, that's when I'll know, I've found a Soul to Live for....
There's something inside my mind that brings me back to her everytime. Day after day, year after year, with all the journeys of Life and Sadness, I run back to the memory that sings a melody, a melody that reminds me of her body. A body to live for... A soul to have, to keep and to die with..
For years, he's been a home, a home I take shelter in when the storm's too strong outside. And he wraps me in the warmth of his words and saves my soul. He's the song of my heart, with the lyrics inked on my soul. A song to have, to keep and to die with...
And I'll carry her memory to the pyre, and burn out with my Art and cast ashes upon the freedom on the strongest eastern winds, and wait until she feels the ashes under her fingertips and writes another poem and let loose her long hair, one last time, for me...
As I go over to the other side, I'll carry with me his smile, hidden in the crevices of my skin, his voice still lingering in my mind. With my hair let loose, and my heart still holding on, I'll pray to a God I'm yet to believe in, to carry my scent to my Artist, and wait for him to make me a poem, one last time, for him...
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Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
