My Balcony
Dusky sky tinted with mixture of shades
Hiding millions of stars behind this curtain
Sounds of leaves swimming in air
Birds chirping, all come to my ears
Calm breeze and cool earthly pots in my balcony around me
Sun setting down, drowning into the corner of earth i can see
With my half shut eyes and while taking long breathe
Sitting on my chair with a cup of coffee that cool down
And in between this mesmerizing view what I realize is
That my brain is still working on my ‘whys’
Not Why can’t I succeed? or
Not Why can't I get him out of my soul? This time
But Why I need to be a part of this race?
Its the first time I am thinking this way
This dreamy weather is incapable to stop working my brain
These pleasing sounds do not work on my relentless pain.
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