Darkness
Darkness
Don't you see,
The darkness all around with little cloudy obstruction?
Don't you hear,
The breaking sound of stars?
Don't you feel,
The quietness of this blackness scattered around?
Don't you remember,
The memory of all the stories telling under shadow of the constellations
All these things,
She wanted to yell.
But was anyone there?
Who could let her tell,
That life wasn't just about,
The things that went well
But about the stories,
She couldn't tell.
So she tried to hide them,
By putting them into the corner,
Of a heart she was the owner.
She decided not to think about them again.
But who was she joking?
They had become a part of her brain.
This time again, she faced the breaking of stars, but unlike that time she just stared them without bothering a wish may come true.
She got engrossed and thinks the other side of things why do they break?
Is breaking it seems true to that idiom "Everything happens for a good reason"
How could breaking be better, even good. She constantly questioned that to her or to this Universe.
That made her feel
Like a barrow wheel.
So now,
If she ever feels
To mesmerize those beautiful stories snooping around
She heals high
And Smiles with a sigh
This too shall bid goodbye!