Lonely home inside…

I run,
Spreading my arms wide,
On sands below the azure,
Yellow sun falling into the sea,
Of green…

I tumble,
Feet over my head,
Softly landing on the shore,
Facing a sky of clouds abound
In dreams…

I lie,
My eye searches above,
For a bird that went by,
Flying on along, to the lonely home inside,
Of me…

I find,
A long lost key,
With no sign of a lock,
But a broken cradle of rock;
I’m free…

Siddharth Pathak | 19th April 2013
NaPoWriMo Entry #5


3 comments

  1. Subtlety of profundity.
    You are myriad shades of magic woven in one, Siddharth. How you know it. How you wield it.


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