May 28, 2019
Rakhshinda Shakir
Pakistan
Jan 21
Joined Mar 2, 2017
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