I am in a place where I am getting answers to all the things I have been existential about in the past few years. Lets give it a number, precisely since 2012. Severe turmoil.
Usually good answers are in the question, itself. But what getting answers does is, it helps you ask the right questions. So here's to a year of asking the right questions.
a golden lining awaits
but it is often interval-ed
silver plumes inked in royal purple
maybe what evades
is just a shade you lack
Paint yourself in hues, dear child
midnight, sunrise and wild
if adversity belies
you still have the universe
in your eyes
what do you seek
and what is sought after
is not but an afterthought
of lacking misdemeanor
repeat good behavior
till its habitual epiphany
time kills pain
and everything else;
matter(s)
don't run amok
spread your winds and fly
but it takes time to take off
before you can soar
wings are nothing
but fingertips
and impulses
raw finesses
my darling,
its all imagination
and darkness
sparked in the still womb
birthed
waiting to be shaped
Some people want to drown, are they not as adventurous as those that rise and fly?
