Sometimes the watchful orion speaks infinity the secret of the universe spirit somewhere lost in the rush an illusion and left it all alone will shine soon ah, who feels cold in the middle of July and who feels in all the seasons and the neon lights caught there deep in rocks rock scream blood rocks that become a fruit gradually wound open s without pain my life flows on racing blindly and shines the sparkle turns others blind resembling life resembling life
It. Hi Swastika. This is sushma and beautiful poem indeed. What I like the most about your poem is that I connected to it very easily because it's like I'm seeing myself write a poem. This poem is really kind of in simple words without much rhyme and other things. But it conveys a very important and deep message that it isn't over until it's actually over
Hello, Sushma. I'm very glad that you felt very connected to this poem. This gives me immense pleasure. And I was just talking about how a different turnover or a different totally unexpected phase comes in our life. We get in many such situations and we are confused what to do. We are discouraged, we are depressed and even get affected easily by the surrounding people. But the thing is that it is not over. So keep the spirit on and go on