People - places -stories- all that matters
how typical of us !! we are desperate to walk a new street everyday
We hungry for stories that fascinates us all the way
And it is still people who are left in the oblivion, far behind the curtains
For we are hell bent and certain
To take people for granted,
Hold hard enough on the things we wanted
While it should be the other way around. Isn't it?
You know, it is people who whisper soul in stories. Else they are nothing but specks of dust. It is people who create a masterpiece out of the dust, turn greasy clay into a gorgeous bust.
It's people that make places feel home
make you forget you are stranger to the land
And you feel free to roam
These streets greet you like they have known you for long
They recognize you as a companion of one of their own
There I said it. It's people.
You know, people are lonely even in the most serene hills
In the warmth of the dunes, feel the cold sighs if you will
And in the crowd, alienated, dismantled by their own conflicts and emotional drill
Hence, my love !! It is a fresh gust of breeze
To see how you prioritized these with ease
So let me raise a toast to the light you have shown
Repelling the moths of chaos, allowing all the order you can own
Acknowledging how much you have grown
To the girl I once knew
To the woman I have known!!
Aug 17, 2022
Aug 17, 2022 at 10:57 PM UTC
People - places -stories- all that matters
how typical of us !! we are desperate to walk a new street everyday
We hungry for stories that fascinates us all the way
And it is still people who are left in the oblivion, far behind the curtains
For we are hell bent and certain
To take people for granted,
Hold hard enough on the things we wanted
While it should be the other way around. Isn't it?
You know, it is people who whisper soul in stories. Else they are nothing but specks of dust. It is people who create a masterpiece out of the dust, turn greasy clay into a gorgeous bust.
It's people that make places feel home
make you forget you are stranger to the land
And you feel free to roam
These streets greet you like they have known you for long
They recognize you as a companion of one of their own
There I said it. It's people.
You know, people are lonely even in the most serene hills
In the warmth of the dunes, feel the cold sighs if you will
And in the crowd, alienated, dismantled by their own conflicts and emotional drill
Hence, my love !! It is a fresh gust of breeze
To see how you prioritized these with ease
So let me raise a toast to the light you have shown
Repelling the moths of chaos, allowing all the order you can own
Acknowledging how much you have grown
To the girl I once knew
To the woman I have known!!
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