NOTION

Bare feet caressing the wet-cold ground
Wind ruffles my hair all around
Watching the torn clouds pass by
Eyes capture the stars up high
They seem to twinkle mischievously so to say
Concealed after billow, shoving me to drift into a pensive bay
It is said that if one door closes others open
That's what the dark mist did with the stars as they tried to cope in
Amused me the thought that, pass all the phases- festive or grim
They only fill the vessel of knowledge to the rim
And as we subsist through, we shine brighter though our face be wrinkled
Just like those million luminous twinkles
Of course at such times you're wrecked and torn
Just as a gaseous nebula must collapse for a star to be born
Collapse, crumble but don't let your hopes and light dearth
This isn't your destruction, This is your birth.