A.V

Sometimes, the eternal rays of aura would impregnate the atmosphere with bliss. Peregrinating would feel tranquil. vellichor would extract saudade from depths. halycon would overwhelm  sirimiri would feel selcouth.  And Now The tranquility, the bliss, all have become spurious.  Never knew all my feeling were a thing of halcyon. But now,  not a feeling sparks inside what do you call this, Anhedonia right? It is lagom to kill the soul denouement remains one,  I would stand in the sight of death, mamihlapinatapai. A sad natsukashi remains.  A.V

 What should a traveler love? Who should a traveler love? Adventure? Or Solitude? What would a traveler like? Who would a traveler like? The sweet fruits? The bitterness of life? Why travel?  Why be a gypsy? Out of need? Or out of circumstances? What should a traveler love? Who should a traveler love? A person? Or A personification? Is it Courtship? Is it romance? Is it solitude? That the traveler seeks? Is it experience? Is it perspective? Is it knowledge? What does the traveler seek?   Is it a mountain? A land? Or is it life? What does the traveler travel? Is it life, is it self You seek.? Is it life, you travel Dear traveler? Are you a hopeless romantic? Then why do your eyes seek love? Is it the love of Krishna you seek? Is it the melody of flute you search? A.V

A little blurry vision. A way to escape reality A perspective of eagle A holistic way to see A love of a child A innocent soul A cuddle of empathy A result of consequences  Your sweet memories Your brown hairs with whites A dimple of one side Your voice A little imperfect But perfectly, imperfect The beauty of chaos Has engulfed even the observers Love and hate Life and death Health and disease Angel and devil The boundaries are soft The meaning are unclear The perspective  Is all their is. In the Chaos In the mess In the imperfections Their lies Morals and ethics Which change all the time No solid line is their to Reach perfection I laugh at the idea of perfection A.V 

I tried speaking. I tried reaching for help. I tried, I tried…. But. fed up with life is I itself. They shut me down. They refused to see. They ignored and. killed my heart in agony. Now I see myself, standing On the edge. Glowing  Like fireflies is the city. The breezes are smothering the ambers of life in me. I guess, I will move forward. I guess, my life will flash as I fall. I guess, my heart will burst with fear. I guess, I will still move forward. Life was hell for me. No interest sparked in mind. Days passed by staring The white wall of Psychiatric ward. I closed my eyes. Surrendered to death The next moment, I was falling in the sky, The sweet memories, Where were you hiding? Making me regret that. Lifes not that bad. But I had taken the step, I had surrendered. I guess this is how I die now. With tears in my eyes. A.V