Alter ego !



Laying down on the ground,

in the darkest hour of night.

while the winds too are asleep,

I mourn the loss,

loss of a dream.


I gaze at the sky above me,

jewelled with twinkling stars,

bringing life to the lifeless.

And the moon,

never in solitary,

even on the days, when,

it chooses to remain concealed,

they wait for it patiently,

to re-appear,

Just so they remain,

the perfect companions.

of all times.


Its surreal,

soothing my wounded heart,

for it secretly finds the company,

of the shining light of the night sky,

shedding radiance on its darkness,

guarding it with a beautiful,

white light of hope.



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Re-creation !



Sometimes words

fail to convey,

what heart intends to say,

piercing right through it,

making it bleed.

if any power,

i wish,

to gain,

to use wise words,

spoken to heal not hurt.

to comfort the wounded soul,

rather, to pain all the more

I regret to have spoken,

that I shouldn’t,

words can’t be undone,

but words can be recreated

so here I am

recreating them,

to seek forgiveness,

for all was said, hurtful

cause i tend, intend, and more

just to love, heal and comfort

and nothing, otherwise.



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