Few drops of unattended thoughts, travel all the way from the clouds of imagination, not entertaining, but pertaining to something within, falls on dry hearts.
"Never heard the whispers of flowers, the stones remained stones."
A mere coincidence of looking into each other, can define a night full of stars. - Gautam Kumar
“Stays somewhere, little ashes of thoughts, dawning in the middle of stray stars alone but surrounded by meaningless bushes of burdens.”
“Pour the wind, with the fragile limbs of yours, the rhythms of life, and let other breathe on them,”
You know how to craft mere dust into a mountainous courage,
to fight, love, and respect everything in life,
It’s the wind,
with an old fragrance,
that keeps the fire glowing,
deep inside the hearts.