Breaking Through The Atmospher
Breaking Through The Atmospher
So alone I am here
Standing beside the sea,
Watching the jolly waves, dancing
In their own rhythm.
Bursting the void thoughts
Apathetic to echoes in my ears
Breaking through the atmosphere
Things seem pretty good from here
The old shepherd walking barefoot
Crawling and singing.
Winds calling out his name
To please the happy soul of his.
Gaily colours of painted shoes
Shepherd’s sister adores.
Everything seemed to be jocund and gay
But why my soul needs a reason to lament?
Ruining my thoughts,
Making me sad,
Just because I want more from life
I am scared for going in my private place,
‘The aftermath graveyard’
Deep, dark, quite and lame
Fire in this place cannot be tamed
Yesterday my life being a duller
But today a Technicolor.
My wants are over now
The grudge seems to die in peace
Making my life at ease
So I now sing along with shepherd
His molly priceless song of heart
Filling the hollow casket with carvings and art.