Spring Skins
I could hear my heartbeat
In that moment of silence,
When darkness was all around
But my eyes were wide open.
When tears rolled down through them,
The time when I believed it was the end
But something kept me alive
Hope, I think it was
Defined the difference between the dead and I,
Lying down on the cold ground
In that moment I thought I existed for enough of a while.
Then the spring came
And took away the coat of winter
Which I was wearing since forever
But now my era had come,
To be here for myself
Rather than solving other’s tribulations.
To come to life,
Saying goodbye to the cold grounds,
To receive some freshness in my existence,
To stop worrying about the past or the future
But to just live unreservedly in the present.
When nothing except my own doing would clutter
But still I would be in touch
With all the creatures around me
And I would live blissfully.
Copyright © Ojasvy Chandhok | Year Posted 2015
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