I walked by a bridge this morning, while
moving towards monotony, a smile
hit me to stop and visit the square,
the beauty to the world, unaware!
A mamma goat down the rocks,
trying to get rid of squawks,
to save her kid off the river,
fumbling, along with shivers.
As a fearless mother, she held
heads high. Saved the breed and yelled
“Act as self saviors in the moments
of brunt without thy parents!”
I prowled carefully towards the river to
discover lies flowing but some grew
on the sides of the moving waters,
capturing blacks and greys of traitors.
So, I opened my bag to pull a jar
of fears. In a hope to end a bizarre
series of encounters, I loosened
the grip to get rid off the poisoned
Thoughts that made me insomniac.
The life had long lost its soundtrack.
Operas didn’t sound captivating,
Guitars got me hallucinating.
Now, I sing with the butterflies and
create dazzling notes and blends.
The roses team up with the berries,
To the harmony, dance the ponies.
Lying down on the greens, I look
up at the clouds. My glance booked
onto that fairy house I schemed
of, when sketching my dreams.
It’s been a while that I smiled at ease
Now’s the time to combat blues and breeze.
I open my eyes to broken hues,
I collect reality to a new amuse.