wait for the end,
muse: @_whateverim.isha_
pen: @bshubhamb.docx
it’s been a while since i danced to a song
wrote poems that simply sang
been a little simple,
when nothing was wrong
the storms are slowly eating away my innocence
they don’t let me be me,
they make me sway
they have kept me in the dark,
i feed off it now
its been a while since i left everything,
& went away
i packed a bag, & like a wanderer
took the first bus,
it travelled through the plains
it crossed bridges, sped along a river
it dropped me at the foot of a hill,
the place was warm
its people kind, & helpful,
they showed me the way i took a share taxi,
the roads ahead were calm
the tea gardens guarded by large trees
the people in it, resting beneath these trees
the taxi stopped by a sign that read, ‘i love Kurseong’
we all ate together,
eight strangers bonded over food
one of them asked me,
‘where are you going’
i replied, he offered his place for me to stay
the queen of all hills greeted me with a cold breeze
i watched as our taxi entered into a cloud
we drove through it,
the cloud turning to rain as we did
within a few miles we left the cloud behind
they say heaven exists above the skies
i watched as we just drove to it,
it was beautiful
i checked into my room,
& went out into the city
walked the streets, watched the world,
graceful & then at dinner, i first saw him