Wandering with head muddled Amid these chaotic narrow wide roads Exhausted with daily chaos , Duties Ready to drop
Searching for an abode To breathe some crisp air Roads full of nasty trash Roads full of surly air molecules
I walked up to my heavenly sward Where prismatic butterflies Drinks nectar and ambles with their wings leisurely Unafraid of any damage to lungs Or threats of robbery
I witness little chirruping birds Playing with leaves My mind eased , My body pacified , Sun overhead Just going to set somewhere In the horizon Sky little red , Little blue More birds singing , Returning back to nests
1. The monster in me was dormant but not dead as I did not wish to liquidate it; slowly it succeeded in getting the better of me and now it reigns supreme even as the human in me is forced to gasp for breath.
The monster in us lies dormant but it doesn't die if we do not wish to kill it; slowly it manages to get the better of us, and reigns supreme even as the human being in us is dead or forced to gasp for breath.
The momentum it gains with zephyr making creepers dance is antonym to the dormancy it attains with him on one side and me hanging on the other wall.
I hang there like hangers in your wardrobe waiting to be covered by a familiar cloth or say aroma but the familiar one is resistant to the charmant beauty that lies naked as he is the one who stole her best of sides cracking it's edges and now awkward enough to embrace his sins. Silence accepts the sins making everything else still.