But,
when I see the moon
shining up
far from my window,
despite the darkness
thunder of light roars
a silent scream
glittering and serene
It looks depressed
and I appear gloomy
but ideally that is the peak
when I suck all the sorrows
of the realistic world
through the loop of melancholic ideas.
If ideas are what make me
What reality do you talk about!
what existence and non existence
It all merges!
Though appears dead
but,
in silence
I see the beauty that resonates
Dear Rakshinda,
Thank you for this poem and the chance to travel with you where you go when you stop to let yourself ponder.