(After knowing the existence of light from The Firefly, he rejected the spark coming from the abrasion of stones, thinking it to be an illusion or a dream)
Moving around not sure if he should rather stay,
Didn't know where to reach but it was somewhere away.
Like the water returning back after a tide,
Silent and moving.
He belonged to the ocean,
But the sight of land was alluring.
The dark Silence reminds the pain.
and silently did he moan,
Got up, to move again,
Kicking some random stone.
A Spark of light,
and he cried out loud.
But he had to move on,
No dreams allowed.
Was a dream maybe,
But the stones reminded him of the firefly.
Collected all ten of them,
Knowing it may slow him down, but no ambition to fly high.
Silently,
But something inside was screaming,
Maybe he wasn't dreaming.
To Be Continued...
Moving around not sure if he should rather stay,
Didn't know where to reach but it was somewhere away.
Like the water returning back after a tide,
Silent and moving.
He belonged to the ocean,
But the sight of land was alluring.
The dark Silence reminds the pain.
and silently did he moan,
Got up, to move again,
Kicking some random stone.
A Spark of light,
and he cried out loud.
But he had to move on,
No dreams allowed.
Was a dream maybe,
But the stones reminded him of the firefly.
Collected all ten of them,
Knowing it may slow him down, but no ambition to fly high.
Silently,
But something inside was screaming,
Maybe he wasn't dreaming.
To Be Continued...
:) Imperfections of life, awful and amusing.
ReplyDeleteAwful part is being so hopeless that you don't believe Even the reality... And amusing part is still being hopeful :)
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ReplyDeleteIt's in different font and shade when it is generated on actual removal of a comment :P
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