Harmony

By Paras

You are easily being everything except what you are in your thoughts,

Nothing that is perfect can be beautiful,

Turn inward and you will know where to unclot.

An abandon pain is the magma of a volcano, disappearing emotions like ashes, storing the extrusive and intrusive to caches.

My poetry seems like broken words, run on sentences and sometimes fragmented paragraphs,

One day it will be weaved into music as we do the slow dance and no one can hear aloud.

The wind sings the song which can be found on repeat only in our hearts,

And that’s when we are beautiful together never to be apart.

Rediscover the poem of life because that’s where the symphony lies.

By Paras