Everything is flawless as it used to be
Imperfection exists Just within me
Odious contretemps are reaching to utmost heights
Incessant broodings lead in many sleepless nights
Vibrant flowers seemingly looking colourless
Radiant sunshine now incapable of brightening my inner darkness

My gentle soul is struggling hard to sustain
Still I believe this is not the end

Because life deserves more than this

I could feel a caged bird facing suffocation inside me
The precious Littleone constantly praying to be free
Now the innermost voice strive in configuring my undistinguished desires
Growing anxiousness apparently more deleterious than the fire

Mind suggests me to take a deep breath
I started recollecting insight strength
Because this is not the end
life deserves more than this


© sarita