Move On!

By Pragati Yadav

Fear chasing me, waking me up in the middle of the night

Following those empty evenings and unfulfilling mornings, which stares at me with the extensive merge of fear trying to coordinate with the color of my high-frequency breath

Those swollen eyes and not so humbling voice, blackmailing me to know the soreness of the answer that I was escaping every while

The flow is not following my command, could not be binding presumably on my conscience

Every time words fall apart when someone asks as if someone is asking the shore to soak the cotton in the situation of lime.

Because somewhere I want to embrace the love, but keep chasing the symmetrical blocks

Unable to understand why?

We all have become that furthest cloud, which we know can never be set aside

Ever wondered? How the moon never considered anyone's turmoil to stop blooming, even after losing all its fractions every once in a while

For it never loses its essence!

For it can never save them, it can only make them feel loved!

For every new moon allows its old moon to move on!

- Neer zoey

By Pragati Yadav