by Richa Anand
So many many thoughts
like the songbird.
Words come to me wrapped in melody.
Am writing them somewhere.
My untold story
I fear travelling those love roads that took me home.
Some days like today that i must, I do
A certain maddened drive with a waterfall in my eyes..I balance.
In the depth of our pathos and the height of our desire, vulnerability finds it unspoken voice.
There is no definition. Reason too loses its grip. We fall.
That hurt that inspires the genius.
Irony.
That pain that is meant to be endured and celebrated
with a gusto that
gives power from where power is taken. Paradox.
Perfection and imperfection.
That inspiration rising from the subconscious
and an illogical realm.
The star that shines. The light that glows.
Each in the hearts which they so love.
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