To the waves it is the shore, To a toddler it’s the toy store… To a baby, it’s mother’s cradling hands, To a bird, perched on a tree is her nest… Sun rises and journeys tracing an arc, when sky turns orange, it goes back, for the Moon to leaves its own abode, and go…
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Silence
It isn’t void, it’s full of answers… It is the slumber, that nourishes wisdom… It is a moat, yet it connects souls… It might seem vacuum, yet is a great source of strength… It can express pain, it can offer ignorance… It can be mistook, but can never be misquoted… It can be the amplifier,…
Reflections
It isn’t the chore, it isn’t the dough It is joy that is life’s greater ploy Some days when chips are down You feel pensive for no single reason Nights are sombre, days are gloomy Seasons are mundane and you feel arcane You want to rewind and go back in time You want to relieve…