A Walk

By Sagarika Gourkhede

A walk is lonely in the woods 

The lights are hindering 

The trees are sprinting 

The lovely look of the moon

Smiles through my groove 

It is lovely out there 

Maybe the stars are smiling back 

The constellation makes it magical 

The eyes speak the rushing thoughts 

But it chose to ignore it all 

The beauty of endearing it all 

Later, 

The moon hides itself 

Choosing to it alone 

The darkness of night catches the eye 

The street lights flicker  as dhe blinks 

The clouds capture the state of her mind 

The yearning wishes caught by the shooting star 

Maybe it was meant to be maybe not 

Listening to her thought 

The glimpse of the look 

Astonishing the view in her eyes.

The path is beautiful, leading to ease the pain 

The walk altogether made it special.

By Sagarika Gourkhede