• chaithra_nayak 12w


    If being soft and tender
    in this mad world is weakness,
    Why would they be in awe of moon
    and not the sun?

    the solitude of soul is
    capable of untainted love.
    from shattered pieces,
    to blooming wildflowers
    screaming for melody of love.

    happy stems are captive possession
    blinding one's desires.
    To understand what freedom is,
    paint the faded canvas
    with home of serendipity.
    Just go out and gaze the soul,
    You will find the inner peace.