Love is like this parable that we would want to hear.

Uttered to us in a cosy room, by a nanny who would love us unconditionally.

the world has changed a lot and all parables have lost the meaning.

we are living in a bleeding, festering wound of a place that was once called Earth.

Everyday I feel this pain,this noise ,this noise of hate ,this all consuming inferno that we all are helplessly bound for.

hope is the only thing that pulls me along.

I had always wanted to be a tree,a big one,so that I can give so much,I can be the mud,a part of it.

Part of a song that is never broken ,a continuum.


Arjun here.From Kottakkal, Kerala,India. I am interested in anything that is interesting and writing comes among the top of that list. I read,I write,I live.

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