The floating cloud
Those memories are still floating, Cemented in an inbuilt memory. I go and come as a pet bird, Above the shoreless of ocean. Awake with sleepless nights, Continue bridging with floating cloud, Its not for namesake but with core wish. How beautiful that time was. Sometimes I feel the darkness Opaque the shinny daylight. I would stand more taller and healthier. Courage wins not the weapon. Perhaps I may be broken in many forms, Into pieces and parted miles away. Courage and desire are yet to split apart. I don't have anything, though I have many things, I used to think, I would win people With love, kindness and compassion, But I was wrong, neither I have money Nor power. Though I got love and support From my family, relatives and closed friends. If I have your companion nothing is unfulfilled. I don't have anything, though I do feel no sorrow anymore. Even getting rays in the darkest room. The past would be remained as race, And there would be anyone ...