Lying on the ground hopeless and clueless
Cold dew drops trickling through the curve of my lips like sudden petal softness
Soft breeze caressing my hair, were I dying or feeling alive?
Was the whiteness in my eyes a good omen or me admitting my sudden blindness
Was it good to see the painting tinted with blues or the canvas of mines being colourless
Wasn't it for the good to feel the pure affection and not see that fauxness
Did I desire to live or desire to feel trapped
Was I trying to let go or hold on, I was indeed in utter absurdness
I didn't like to tattle, then why were the birds tittling-tattling over my visually impairedness
Warmth of the red sun tried to make me feel at home, or was it just me being clueless
Was it even red.or yellow.or colourless.like me
Did the tempest got darker or was I dreading "my own" loneliness?
Getting ignored as if I didn't exist, but the heart in my aching chest was bursting with liveness
The mind was waiting patiently to be discovered, the anxious eyes waiting to play hide and seek —
Doesn't matter, my pal the lil kingfisher was there, probably fetching some fish to tear
Seemed like it was a lake, as mister fisher was there, some brat told me it was a kingfisher. Wait—Was it another lie of hers?
Oh yes that's how the blessed ones!-most of them.kid around my unalloyed mind brimming with immatureness
I don't like unhappy endings, and so mines not one crammed with forlornness
The tree nourishes me and the hummingbirds cherishing me with their hummingness
Was my heart aching or swelling? Thank God it was beating
I've decided mines and I'm blooming with gladness
Lying on the ground hopeless and clueless
No neither of them, but living my life of utmost happiness
Your choice to be or not to be
Dying in the dark or living in contendedness
#secretlifeofagleefulperson
