Cinematic changes,
With a spoonful of gloomy clouds,
A handful of scenarios,
Like adding liveliness to a juice,
The lens of different colours,
Squishing the flavours all together to enjoy,
Dancing with earplugs on,
To feel the music empowering the silence,
Suddenly, questions arise in my mind.

Curses that have been given to show wisdom,
Is it necessary to revolve around innocents?
Once termed a trailor,
Can they ever be free from the fake, rumoured tag?
But then the wind carrying the answers sought my attention.

Even in such chaos, people and their problems in life
The melody of nature calms the mess inside.

So, there's a chance to live again?
And a way to prove oneself?

Then I will be alone with the righteous view.

And someone with my own written happy ending.
© Bhoomika