Simplywords

Peace, the word that holds everything together. Together.You and me and every shadow. Shadows of past, present and future. Future? What is in store for us? Disillusionment or Oblivion? Under the soothing moon When the gentle moonlight shimmers the waves, Over the quiet garden nights Time whispers to you as a faithful friend  Who remembers And asks intelligent unanswerable questions Happiness?Love? Success?Peace? Your body is here.Your peace within. The desire to find peace is an illusion. Give it up. What is there to hope?A hopeless serenity.

I witnessed a strange sight today. A Strange realisation.A restoration of faith. On my way back home, boldly facing the tormenting sun, I got a glimpse of a lady with a child. The child looked joyful and happy. The mother looked strong. Stronger than the sun maybe. She held her daughter's hand and almost dragged her. Dragged her? The girl was willingly dragged. Her shoes were covered with a film of brown mud. A coating. A cast. Her gait seemed forced. Her hair matted with oil and her dress looked a bit shabby. The mother had a  black umbrella which was casting a giant shadow and she had a hard time to manage both. She is the ultimate protector. The dusty, busy and loud streets had no time for the pair. Cars and buses were honking there way. Give space. Give way. A haunting metropolitan beast. Amidst all the hullabaloo, the mother held her daughter's hand strong. The shadow of the umbrella and the mother seemed majestic. Shadows are mostly treated as entities of fear. But thi...

Memory of a haunting sensation, There's no way going back to the lost world Lost in the sound of the ticking clock, Tick-Tock.Seconds.Minutes.Hours.Years. What do I miss? The memory or just the feeling? You play it over and over again. Slow-Fast.Fast-Slow.Forward-Backward. It can be anything. A song.A person.A place.A moment. The movement is circular. Round Left.Round Right. The desire to hold onto the memory. It gently slips like the dead petals of a rose. Do we notice? The change is visible. The change in us.The change in our being. Dried petals.Dried memories. You don't feel the same... The change is visible. The change in you. "Love is short. Forgetting is long." Nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?             ----Madhulina💋

Finding more, More that leads to a meandering desire Desire to never stop Stop to start again Again to finding more More that leads to a void Void that never shines Shine like the sparkling city lights Lights that guide you home A home that is close to your heart Heart that beats A lub and a dub Waves that come and go Sunsets and sunrises A distant star up in the sky The sky that never meets the ocean Ocean that changes colour, Colour that reflects the sky Blue.Violet.Green.Black. Black that has all the colours Colours of live and death Death that is the truth Truth is finding more...                                -Madhulina❤