Irrelevant

So many years spring is breathing in my heart, as fresh as a child’s smile in an old album. As the winter comes snow falls all over my body. I keep them warm and calm under my blanket. Nobody knows my eyes are dry fountains and My specs are drifting clouds in a secluded valley. My footsteps are uneven like a distorted mind. I have lost my way to find no place called-‘home’. Like an untamed storm I want to hang with the flow. The summer’s warmth is never enough for me. I boil my unspoken emotions without a furnace. In the autumn the trees shed their leaves and those fallen leaves softly whispers in my ears . They tell me their stories, irrelevant like mine.