Happens

By Harshita Y S

I love how it happens;

The scattered letters and words,

That bring to me more;

Then those same words when apart.

How an unknow person’s

Experience and Inspiration

Can bring me to heights, ‘I’ by myself cannot.

Restlessness, fluttering and serine, in a page’s worth time.

Taking me to worlds unimaginable,

To the dark woods of desolate drought;

To flourishing spring with fragrant flowers,

To the ages of danger and suffering wars,

And the victory and defeat’s kinship contrasts

To a lady’s heart and a gentlemen’s mind

Or vice-versa of the offended camp;

Brining one to worlds out and beyond, a hands and hearts reach.

I love this wonderful act

When miracles happen in moments

Bringing joy, sorrow and insight

For feeling one has all along

Their presence just obscure and blur

And those scattered letters and words

Make you understand and feel

More than just what you know, see and think

By Harshita Y S