The gloomy same scene

There you are where you are,

How far I go, here you are.

Right in the middle of my heart ,

Approach to my sight and yet miles apart.

No cuckoo is calling , no nightingale sang,

Love is gone and yet striking with a bang.

Chains of thoughts and the reality,

Comforts in people yet talking about brutality.

The same scene overshadowed by same tree and breeze,

Similar feelings yet a change to freeze.

This wind was like mingling of relieving


And the pattern was peacefull yet restlessness high.

I hope to be a butterfly blooming around you,

Full of myriad old colour and yet entirely plain new.

Shimmering leaves shadow black and falling light,

End of some thought and yet beginning to fly on a flight.


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