Floated onto the lap
Withered petals of faded pink,
“Are love and hate the same thing?”
A poem slipped out as I think.
Meddling with the guitar strings
Music resonates with strange,
Believe in fantasies and aliens
‘Cause changes never change.
Glide over the valley of notes
Reaching out to a falsetto,
Song of life has highs and lows
Falling short leaves the echo…
She is cycling with the breeze
Down the rustling street,
The cameras kept on rolling
The present is the real treat!
Thousands of gazes
Since the nineteenth century,
Even a beautiful starry night
Endures the numb history.
Far away from the home
Under the sky in twilight,
I ruffled through the pages
For words so light…
Nature, the finest art of all,
Wait for a second and behold,
Found the kinship lost and gone
In the trickle of raindrops cold.
From memories to dreams
Life is a mixtape of feelings
Be amused by the hues
For arts are the paradise of healing…
P.S: When shades of emotions overwhelm our lives, be it the piercing heartache, fear of being different, falling short and unsatisfaction, mindfulness, boredom, homesickness, or loneliness, the consolation can be found within a piece of music, a line from a book, a scene from a movie, a brush stroke on a painting or just by feeling the nature. Comfort comes through the arts.
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