A Chronicle

  A calm night around, With stars glittering surround, The silver bright ball at it's full, Glamouring it's rays. Nocturnals basking, Feeding on the soothing moonlight, That hums a lullaby, For the world to pause for the day.  Raising the hope for a better tomorrow, With its silent cool shine, Reflecting the Orange ball  The torch of the night.  Cool, mysterious and an ever charming neighbour, A dream for many, A cruise to the moon

 What if, when we die, the light at the end of the tunnel heads to the light to another hospital room, there we are born and the only reason we come out crying is because we remember everything from our last life and is completely worried for the fact that we have lost everything from there.  As we grow... Little by little we tend to forget the past life and start focusing on things that we have right now....  But patches of memory stay behind and that memory causes DEJA VU

 Heart throbs,  Beating muffled Melodies Lost in the hustle bustle  Taking a step ahead.  The heart wishes, The Universe responding to the algorithm  Ensuring thy critters  To be in absolute harmony.  Silent throbs.... Driving lives,  The soothing calm sunrise  Assuring a basking life.

In the quiet corners of the mind, where thoughts intertwine with emotions, poetry finds its birth. This is a space where words dance on the page, painting pictures of the soul. Join me as we explore the depths of human experience, one verse at a time. Poetry is the language of the soul, a whisper of emotions caught in ink. This blog is a space where thoughts and feelings find their voice. Come, let's share the beauty of words together. Words are but vessels, carrying the weight of worlds unseen. Dive into the depths of imagination with every verse. Prepare to be enchanted.