Starting with nothing, no armor , no sustenance
Just the conscious pushing the subconscious
All that was to be known, was learning how not to stop.
The cries and the howl , pulling to lose the secure
In search of every bit of sunshine left within
Just so everything could be put together..
Stars that shine upon, it was all the smiles
Dark, swallowing it , hoping none of it belonged.
Aware, having all the mementos hidden
The world never fitted in that soul, nor it ever wished it to be.
So the start began again,
But neither the armor nor sustenance gained
This time, it was known how not to stop.
No air has a bad melody
Nor the black clouds can obscure the stars actually ..
The world never had to belong to soul…
Grasping it, the world never had to belong to the soul.
Grasping it again, the self-love should overpower its life
The soul will begin to cross the locked doors
While seeing the moonlights in darkest of hours
And the rainbows will show up amidst the deadly falls ..
No thunder is going to scare ,
As the lightening itself will walk the soul to its home…
