Looking for a place to dwell,
Running in a pack, I fell
I still don't know where should I go
I can't even recall where I grew,
Every place looked grimy and soulless
I am in a tiny speck senseless,
Voices in my head telling to calm down,
Making me think lucidly in a frown,
Breathing heavily in vain, I may drown,
In my own thoughts, I still cannot see the ground
People call it utopia, a place I called home,
I was in a dystopia, but now I'm flying on my own,
The shadows shrank, as if they fled from the day,
The mountains shrank in the distance as I flew away
I've got tired eyes, a black sky
Making its home under my lash line,
Blue moon made me feel like a celestial,
In the far firmament, nothing seemed artificial
I AM THERE!!
My soul was greeted with a rousing tucket, as if I made a truce with it.
Like an asteroid, shaped as a star,
All my fears looked small from far.
And that was the first time I felt home.
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Flowers From The Old Tree
Poetry'I open my eyes more often to see beautiful things in ugly things because nowadays no one is appreciating the beauty in the ugliness.' This collection of poems is a pile of papers that were lost and mostly ripped off, i could really relate to the...
