The Mountain Swing

Life
An Aspect of existence
To flourish, to mould, to garnish the wonderful place we live in.

A word that cherishes the beauty, but is always at stake to the gloomy hardships, that pounce in the blink of an eye.

We may disappear into the journey of dreamland, of imagination, stories or movies with happy endings.
But the reality is slightly different from our gala lands.

Everything has a taste from sour to sweet.
I ink down my feelings, after coming back from a rollercoaster ride. These poems are just the warmth of my emotions.

{A/n:- I wrote these poems from 13 yrs onwards}