Sometimes, I feel
that the modern world
has traded love, for clarity...

has traded flowery gardens,
for deserts.
has traded stars,
for a picture of stars.
has traded dance and songs,
for analysis.
has traded ecstasy,
for mere control.
has traded heart,
for mind.

has traded life,
for death...

© Manan sheel.

AND WHENEVER THIS COLD
BREEZE TOUCHES MY SKIN.
IT REMINDS ME OF YOUR
WARM ARMS THAT ALWAYS
WRAPS ME INSIDE THEM
AND MAKE ME FEEL SECURE

Then all the lights went out.
Silence.
I saw all stars above.
Heard the sounds of nature.
A white bird flying in the dark.
Coocoo calling owl, dogs barking.
Baby cry from afar.
I was at peace.
I had the light within .




Shell✨🐚