I travelled thousands of miles,
Searched and foraged among countless aisles.
The task was exhastingly daunting,
Every step as though was taunting.
Telling me pressure will never leave,
A breath of peace I will never heave.
I hastened so far and hurtled so wide,
Only to realise, though fulfilling it was a futile ride.
Nirvana isn't a location you reach one day,
Among the cluster or grey its a bright silent ray.
A brisk wind in my face, Clouds dancing with the rain,
The sun peeking in, The rainbow on my windowpane.
A slow drive with soft tunes on the radio,
A heart-to-heart over a glass of bordeaux.
This right here is the answer to it all,
This right here is how we get up after the fall.
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How is everyone?
I would like to dedicate this piece to Bhavi @BhaviMehta4 , Happy birthday buddy! Stay blessed and keep changing the world for the better!
A pretty light poem for my reputation :p Do tell me how you found it?
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Alation
PoetryHighest Ranking in Poetry: #7 "The elegy of silence, The wailing of fate, The panache of death, The din of rage. Will quieten itself, Soon enough, someday."
