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Diksha Singh Jul 2020
The sound resonates,
When the drops hit the ground,
Eyes hide away slowly,
Beneath lashes, from all that can be found.
It’s silent all around you,
But it feels as if music is playing.
As memories form on your mind’s foggy screen,
Your head begins softly swaying,
Into the deep darkness of this night,
You fall into its enticing arms.
Complex emotions circle you,
But you feel safe from any harm.

What is this feeling?
You feel lost sometimes and found the others.
A deep white sea and you are floating,
Falling in it with nothing to bother,
Pain or hurt you.
There’s no one with you,
But there’s solace in this loneliness.
Forever just floating in this sea,
Without any feeling of sadness.

You know that time has passed,
As it must do so,
But it does not feel as if,
It has stopped your flow.
Slowly you see a light,
You reach out to touch it,
But it fades away,
As for the moth it did.
Your eyes come out of their exile,
And a drop falls,
As if mourning for lovers who’ve parted,
And everything halts,

You’re still there within these four walls,
But the night goes on, still and untouched.

— The End —