Into the wind

My beacon of feigning hope… Broke.
Reprieved from the SENTENCE Of walking another Morn!
I sleep relieved of hollow worries..
They mean nothing to my soul.
My eye squint ..against the strong wind.
No..no more vacuum around me..
Even the Nothingness lost..!
All those abjured then,
Coming back after the ripes..
After the demand..
After the fall… Grandeur!!!

They come to the crumpled tattered bits-
Bits and pieces of my parched heart..
Crumbles falling and losing in the wind..!
Losing whatever was left of its identity.
It no longer yearns to be recognised.
To be known..touched and talked.
It is happy to be flying.
Brushing against fingers..
Its reach- increasing with every tide!

Pencil-Ink Journals

My beacon of feigning hope… Broke.
Reprieved from the SENTENCE Of walking another Morn!
I sleep relieved of hollow worries..
They mean nothing to my soul.
My eye squint ..against the strong wind.
No..no more vacuum around me..
Even the Nothingness lost..!
All those abjured then,
Coming back after the ripes..
After the demand..
After the fall… Grandeur!!!

They come to the crumpled tattered bits-
Bits and pieces of my parched heart..
Crumbles falling and losing in the wind..!
Losing whatever was left of its identity.
It no longer yearns to be recognised.
To be known..touched and talked.
It is happy to be flying.
Brushing against fingers..
Its reach- increasing with every tide!
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…pearl…

p.s: I had this undying faith on something…some event… Someone maybe.. Which got stained.
Faith never breaks i know….it gets muddled with events..expressions and our inferences.
However..now that it had.. i was trying to learn to…

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