LIFE - COLORES INFINITUM (42)
Slowly, a life was taking shape. Thoughts were coming to assist.
Slowly, a life was taking shape. Thoughts were coming to assist.
The darkness was witnessing renewed efforts to reconcile
with the life to let the light come in.
The call was getting more and more intimate.
The cause was touching the core of the heart once again. It
was, gradually, becoming an alternative to a life that was more about pain.
The clear text, once again, was being written in abstract.
The abstract, once again, was getting friendly the way it
used to be. It was becoming more and more readable, like it was.
The pain of loneliness was finding its alternative in the
state of being alone, like it was.
The words were flowing in greater harmony with the
conscience, with the soul.
Expressions were getting more in sync with thoughts putting
things in perspectives that, once, happened to be the way forward.
The quest to go within was, again, a sentient pledge.
The spirit of living with the soul, the joy of living with
the self, was becoming the driving force, like it was.
Life, once again, was being about severally-alone.
Slowly, a life was taking shape, learning from what the
life had been, reading from what the life was to be.
©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey - http://severallyalone.blogspot.com/
