condensed and buried sometimes,
Some unspoken truths
Doors left opened,
Roads some travelled,
some yet to be.
I see some on the other side,
some are here,
Pause for sometime,
but don't stop.
The voice inside echoes,
listen to it,felt something?
now move on.
The Universe has answers
to all questions of yours,
The universe is within you,
or should I say,
"You are the Universe."
Some goods things
need to be left alone,
left unspoken and talked about,
to be left untouched.
Some good things you want to see and hear,
but when heard you want them to
buried in the dark mysterious parts
of your soul,rather impeached,
Some good things need to be left alone.
Yarn of thoughts woven together,
the spring of joy I see,
The shine of stars captured in eyes.
Nip in the air,
the feeling so fresh,
oscillating between the spun memories,
giving pleasure,including the guilty ones.
down and within,
with the flow or within?
Vibes conflated and Talisman offings,
Panacea is within,
the fragrance felt,
a tad mild.
Embalm your soul,
they say you are feeble even to fly,
your wings may have deep scars,
the flight may not be that high,
but strong enough to feel the warmth,
and someday when the scars will heal, maybe you'll touch the sky.