By Tisha Vyas
Going on a walk during sunset, the cold winds whisper calmness while those lonely roads invite you to see their alchemy. Many trees and it’s ornaments enamour you in someway. There you see a beautiful flower and you’re so enchanted by it’s beauty but having no idea that it is going to wither the moment you wish to see it again, feel it and take it home with you. The feeling where the form of adoration becomes fragile and doomed, the art of loving, expressed by those words and deep thoughtfulness is nothing but a piece of emotion written down at the moment, which was never felt again. Was that art ever perceived by people who attain the value of a common man? Leaves glistening down whilst the autumn arrives, making the mankind so happy in those fiery blaze colours but the tree? It is always happy isn’t it? It also bears pain moreover the agony of many minds, hearts and creatures.
You never know what is going to happen next, this life could be so melancholy for someone who’s been so deprived of affection from their own creator. Not just them, anyone who put forth their footsteps in this world might be in need of something no one can ever understand. The poets. The singers. The artists. The creators of art, So effortlessly putting the idea of their own imagination and making people believe in them and their thoughts is an act of great bravery.
Even when the sky turns gloomy, yet there’s the sun lying somewhere beneath the clouds moreover never being overshadowed by something else. The first drizzle touches the mist of sultry land making it calm, creating an aura of tranquillity in one’s mind. Children jumping in potholes being the best version of themselves, commoners surviving against their gist of exhaustion. Oh how the earth hears many stories, livelihood and cruelty yet holds its people in its arms. The whole world consists in various forms of art, the sense given to human body to sustain the goodness was never enough.
A little child once asked, “what happens when I blow out the dandelion? Does it break, vail or feel free?“ the answers were indeed varied from each individual. “They feel free. They are set free, from their homes to explore a whole new world out there, the curiosity in those little dandelions to find something new, admiring new life whilst trying to make a new home.” A gentleman said.
What happens when I set out all the dandelions who have no desire nor faith?
By Tisha Vyas
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