Alone, the only
kind of being
that renders one
to take unrevealed paths
missed on account
of collective timidity.
It imparts the faculty
to notice the unseen;
On tiniest attributes
compelling
the heart to be keen,
to catch sight of
a flurry of
golden leaves
In the midst of
gusty winds ;
to drift to the
magical rhythm
that nature brings.
Capable of
tormenting you still
oddly at times,
Muddling through
with wails and whines,
Wounds demanding
to be tended to by self
cry for help
however too hesitant.
Lost in maze
Of left and right
of faraway and the essence
one may lose sight.
There is one world
Huddling and
floating outside,
but to have woven
your universe
within you
swarming with
dainty
vivid musings
is a luxury
which cannot
be afforded
by the poor in solitude,
opulent in crowds;
a liberty
that can't be borne
by the one
steering the masses
but reckless in mirrors.
To gauge a room
From a corner
to the farthest
and bumping into
nothingness all along
a rarity only
some are willing to find
who seek voids
to fill them
with water hued
brilliantly with
red, yellow and blue
Unlike your typical
Pink, purple or green,
deriving jubilation
from none but within!