Highs and lows, I've seen them both
To glorious lights, I've been a moth
Divine things were thought to be crazy
Truth with all its clarity seemed hazy
The rhyme ends here, yet new chimes begin...
musings I did, on the imagination plate
hatching ideas and feigning a saga
knots got tied and gave emotions a tab
Though all is well and ill can't dwell,
It is at times of gloom that I discover myself.
Title credit: Mehak
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How true,everyone starts to discove that self only when one hits upon setbacks followed by the flashbacks to one's life.The best thing is the person still has hopes....to stagger on
ReplyDeleteBeautifully expressed!!