I was angry, stressed and disappointed swallowed by a bad mood
And that cold rainy day made it worse
With that scary state of mind, thought about a place to go
And I was there unintentionally
It was the temple I used to go with my mother
My favourite which i missed for a long time
A little strange cause it was the first time go there alone
But forgot that and i just get melt into that environment
Rustling sound of the boo tree and that cold wind
Calmed my mind and make it crystal clear
Sense of sand and polished granite under the bear foot
Gave me a strange feeling of consolation
Sound of chanting and whispering of worshipers
Told me we are all suffering in this world
Scent of decaying joss sticks with the scenery of dying flowers on shrine
Remind me the transience of world
Hours after I came back
Dancing in the rain enjoying what I used to hate.....
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Untold Stories of a Nightthinker
PoetryRandom thoughts just pop up from nowhere.... Night triggers emotions.... Every song I listen every movie I watch every book I read every effort i take to go forward and even every struggle I have to go through kind of taking me back to memories of t...
