She stood at the threshold waiting for the love to knock at the door,
For all the crisis she has been in already shattered her from the core.
She heard the miracles and magic of it, and wanted her life also to be lit.
She had a family to abstain the problems near and to wipe out the rolling tears.
But she wanted to cry out loud, to clear her inner sky which was enshrouded with the crowd.
She had her friends,
To her sorrows who were all ears.
But hardly any one knew that she was fighting her fears.
The pain of finding herself going far away was hard to bear.
She was fragmented by the cavalry within,
Perhaps it was the curse of her sins.
Love is only found in stories and tales.
In real world, the concept always fails.
Then outside she glanced,
heard the sigh of wind and saw the leaves dancing.
At last the downpour arrived.
the clouds unloading themselves, and thus paving the way for the flowers to bloom, soil to become a scent and the sun to shine.
It was then she understood that,
Love can be felt only
When you unload the melanocholy
And live the melody.
To cherish the moon in the night,
You need the dark to hold the light!
This is the first full fledged poem that I remember to have written. It’s already more than three years since I penned it down, but it still is special and close to me.
Thanks for reading!💫