Howling comes a storm and roars, as it breaks down my doors,
The candle behind wavers to stick, before the wind licks down the wick,
and my place becomes the darkest abyss, nothing to see no one to hiss,
all I see is black darkness around, rustling and trickling the only sound.
It's been an hour since I sat down, switching between a smile and a frown.
The ripples of thought settled calm, like treated by a soothing balm,
The plans and dreams fell asleep, nothing to smile at, nothing to weep,
I met a person called as me, different from what I used to be.
I see him as an art of many stars, or as an imperfection with many scars.
Every star or scar really is unique, that gives you such smallest tweak.
One bad word collapsed a fortress, one good thought called for progress,
one clear speech had pulled him high, one dear question had killed his shy.
Life's a big fat beautiful book, each word of it is a memorable moment,
Life's a big fat beautiful book, each word of it is a memorable moment,
change one word at some nook, you can change what the book meant.
P.S. : I know this is so boring. Just a small realisation, and a futile attempt to keep myself from being influenced from the contemporary reading.