Busy Bee

Busy Bee Aug 4

Meet me in the middle—
where the sun rests in the sky,
and spills through the river.
Slipping into the hills,
—as the trees begin to quiver.

Wrote this piece on the shore of a river during sunset. It doesn't justify how poetic the romance of the sun and the river was while the wind played their song.

#nature #nemophilist

Busy Bee Aug 1

ACTUALITY

Are we what we think we are?
Or,
Are we just what others see?

Let's think,
If all of us were blind?
Then—
What would we be?

Let's stop judging ourselves by others' external validation
You are who you choose to be

#selfdiscovery

Busy Bee Jul 31

ABSCOND

"She is absolutely fine," they said,
"only being sappy"
"Anxiety and depression are nothing—
But an act of madness."

But whatever I do—
It is not done to be happy.
I am just finding my way
to escape from this sadness.

#backin2019 #depression

Busy Bee Jul 30

THE MISSING HUE OF SUNSHINE

Going through memories, I found
I no longer drape in yellow.
Is it because it is far too loud?
Or have I gone too shallow?

Did happiness shy away,
No longer wanting to be seen?
Did curiosity give up its way
For greys with tints of green?

Did anxiety magnify
What was meant to be so warm?
Did it flame into burning rage,
Losing all its charm?

Is the hue of light too bold?
That comfort now hides in shadow?
Yet, the hope in heart holds high —
Like daisies in the meadow.

Painted in the iron heart too long
Is the raging rush of red.
How do I now convince myself?
That sunshine can be my shade?

Shall I leave the blind slightly drawn?
Let warmth peek through the pain?
So maybe one day, I’ll pick yellow
In the shade —
Sunshine through the rain.

— The End —