𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾,𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌

𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺,𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽;

𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌

𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾

'𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋;

𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗑𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌

𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗎𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽;

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾

𝗈'𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌

𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽

𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾,𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

^^

I’m a maladroit young gal.

Did you just search what that means?

It means I’m clumsy. I mean, look at how my rhymes go all flimsy.

Words stacked together, never just in twos or threes.

Just a bottle of broken glass that was never meant to be.

That’s me.

That is my beauty.

So although the dictionary and society be judging all the maladroits out there

We don’t care.

Let us sip our teas as they cry in despair.

Cause they can only wish they were as cool as us -

Real as us -

Free as us.

Everyone seems to be faking it, really.

That’s why I’d rather be maladroit:

Maladroit and happy.

Will there still be mountains to climb and build?
Will we still care or give up?
The lesser of two evils at least I hope we will
Not sure about heaven or angels coming to greet us.
The writers and lyricists will have their day,
Will we throw all wishes and dreams away?
There is too much noise .
Missing the music
Nothing really makes sense
There is no cinema or theatre now to let us forget
When we think of what used to be and all its charms
Stop the world time to get off  before we set off more alarms
No matter who it harms

C@rainbowchaser2020

Low stark warm
The first rays come through
Light upon;
How white
The canvas on the easel
Is again;
Anew a day,
wash away,
The traces, brush strokes
And mistakes

There is a heaven always on the horizon
Distantly visible by the naked eye
From any place on the surface
One can see its shimmering towers
Swaying and sparkling
As if in a mirage
They say long ago someone left
On a lifetime journey to reach that place
It is not known or said
If they ever arrived
But all who tell the story
Collectively hope
That such a thing could be done
Even by a mortal man
Some that tell this tale
Said he was aided along the way
By one of those great beings
Terrible to belong yet full of grace
When his knees fell to the earth
And he could go on no more
They carried him to the gates
Of that distant heaven
Whose true nature before or since
Has never been beheld

The fog descends from the heights
Engulfing all things
Sweetly and slowly
A thick mist rolls in
Never to be lifted
The world made evergreen
Obscured in contemplation
A tranquil mystery without suspense
The earth again made quiet
Though not for lack of thought
For all yet think and dream
At peace for they know each other well
No questions asked for all are understood
A blanketing contentment and peace
In a realm before unseen
That lies just above the head