hobbityhuman

You were besides me when the sun transcended into the horizon to illuminate me, there stood a figure by my side, a shadow akin to me.

We were merely feathers meant to meet over rivulets curtained by the full moon, a place that only existed for us, the way you did for me , the way I lived for you.

When the solstice came, and the orb hung over you, you turned into flesh, away from me , away from my touch .

When I stretched my hand at you to retrieve your heart , it wasn't there , you said I had it and I smiled a shadowy smile.

Leaves from the vine

Falling so slow

Like fragile tiny shells

Drifting in the foam

Little soldier boy

Come marching home

Brave soldier boy comes marching home .

یوں جو تکتا ہے آسمان کو تو

کوئی رہتا ہے آسمان میں کیا

The way you always stare at the sky ,

Is there some one living up there?

Why is it that , whenever we look up at the cohesive mist of blues and it's grey hue , we really start to contemplate , not a mundane melancholy string of beast from under the rug . Rather , like the air that rushes through the hair , crisp , making your strands breath , the same thoughts that seep in happy memories or give you joy , the lingering in your mind that give you hope to be coherent .

Why do skies do that......