Sitting alone
with some old memories
I realized, life is a book
Every page
An amalgamation of characters
every fold a nook
Footsteps
some near some far
but the sound resonates
Ink of every color
on the canvas
like a beautiful mermaid
Some stories
we leave behind
and some we cherish
Like the smoke
from the fire
all my worries perish
A shooting star
A broken twig
Dew drops on the petal
Wanderlust in my veins
Imprints on the sand
The cold stir of a metal
I look around
still alone in this melancholy
I realized, life is a book
Every page
An amalgamation of characters
every fold a nook.
I am a techie with a crazy streak. A blogger, endurance cyclist, urban nomad, amateur photographer. For me life is a discovery each day and a fight to survive. Live while you can, there’ll be plenty of time to drag on. Blog: https://onelife513532705.wordpress.com/
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