In a room full of
confetti and delights,
people talking about
happy places and
cherry blossoms at night,
I look at the corner if
I can find a pair of sad eyes,
a lone soul to match mine,
A heart with cracks and stitches,
a hanging weary smile
and the mind which keeps
losing track of time,
humming of a 90's sad song
on lips , eyes fixed on the sky,
that's what I keep searching
for in the rabble of forged smiles,
someone who have seen
the darkest nights, still
keeps running after the firefly,
They are like this sunshine
on the meadow described
in a piano melody, beautiful
with a pinch of sorrow,
the tiny red stars sparkling
stardust out their misery,
the deep green forest echoing
the calmness and mystery,
Even time can't fade
the tales on their skin or
the dreams that are
still alive under the ashes.
by Anwesha Halder | Instagram : @poems_of_despair
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