The ocean cries its freedom with the passion that is older than its waves.
Trembling surface searches for the shore but the moonlight never reciprocated its love.
I have seen a hundred lifetimes veiled in a thousand lies.
A thousand lies scattered in the sky of a million broken stars.
The sloping roof planes try to hold onto the river.
The river flows away, shattering the heart of the stony terrain
And carrying pebbles as the memory of a faraway love.
I have witnessed a hundred rivers crying for a thousand birds.
A thousand birds escaping the captivity of a million cages.
The restless wind tried to gather memories of the fallen leaves.
It makes the grass shiver with an incurable heartache.
The decaying era of a forgotten monsoon rain
Comes back and saturates the pilgrim of time-worn reminiscences.
No story left untold.
No heart remained unbroken.
All tales got entangled into the epic of the universe.
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:49 PM UTC
The ocean cries its freedom with the passion that is older than its waves.
Trembling surface searches for the shore but the moonlight never reciprocated its love.
I have seen a hundred lifetimes veiled in a thousand lies.
A thousand lies scattered in the sky of a million broken stars.
The sloping roof planes try to hold onto the river.
The river flows away, shattering the heart of the stony terrain
And carrying pebbles as the memory of a faraway love.
I have witnessed a hundred rivers crying for a thousand birds.
A thousand birds escaping the captivity of a million cages.
The restless wind tried to gather memories of the fallen leaves.
It makes the grass shiver with an incurable heartache.
The decaying era of a forgotten monsoon rain
Comes back and saturates the pilgrim of time-worn reminiscences.
No story left untold.
No heart remained unbroken.
All tales got entangled into the epic of the universe.
