all throughout the day.
Coming home I found one of the potted plant on the windowsill has overflowed; was somehow standing but fragile. I blatantly stare at them for sometime, then closed the window.
I saunter from one room to the other in my yellow floral frock, with nothing to do, no thought to ponder, with no sight to embrace.
Ten more days and I'll complete six months here. Too many numbers to define this short journey, too less words to define the galore emotions of mine, I encountered.
I discovered magic through daydreaming, now living in it through writing. The thoughts which only a few months back was mere wishes are now turning out to be the reality.
It's painful when you find comfort in places whose existence you knew was ephemeral. And no matter what you've known, a place which has attempted to unravel you, you can't escape.
It's kinda weird, when I think of it how I end up with Mocking Soul and not Lost Soul. Better not to go into that for few truths are indeed ugly.
Nevertheless, my lost self has always been the place I've found myself; sometimes under the plump of daydreams, at other times behind the unread pages.
Physical presence of people is suffocating, though in my mind they so easily fits in, even in utmost chaos.
It's been long I've heard my own voice. For when I speak to others, I'm more concerned of the response and while I sing, I've my headphones on.
How do I sound? Who cares?
It stopped raining,
don't worry, just temporarily.
Through the glass window I tried to espy the skysill, there was no sunset. As the dusk fall upon, the eyelids flicker. I may now take a nap.
By: Mocking Soul
#apmchallenge #sunsetpoem #napowrimo #yqbaba #bithikahalder #yqtales #yqquotes
Follow my writings on @yourquoteapp #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub