A stroll. A talk.
Do you like walking on straight roads or curvy ones??
On a stroll
I was
Weird findings
I bought.
Legs are trembling
Still it feels good
Feeling warm
Even when it was bitter cold.
Life has so many folds.
Like those turns
on roads.
Appealing are those straight ones.
It's adventurous
It's adventurous to walk,
To take many turns,
Straight ones are like fake talk.
It was so weird, I felt,
The wind that entangled
my hair.
Disentangled my head.
Nature speaks
Try touching those leaves.
That nonchalant breeze.
Feel it, don't freeze.
I must go,
I must go on more strolls like these.
When my head tangles up
Even when the water freezes.
~Arushi Sahu
Are you too wandering in the quest of finding happiness? Do you also feel depressed seeing happy people around you? Does that affect you? It did affect me. In accordance to that I wrote this poetry-
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Arushi Sahu
A being lost in fantasy in ecstacy. Craving for a step beyond reality. Writing self engrossing fiction and poetry. Other sites:- https://tkw-onism.blogspot.com
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