Tell me a story...
Where all things were colourful,
Where nothing was never mournful,
Where bitter things never peeped in,
Where dreams are really immersed in.
Tell me a story...
Where getting judged is not an option,
Where choices never need any reason,
Where plotless talks are not weary,
Where lightless days are not scary.
Tell me a story...
Where I see the world,
Where satire and scars weld,
Where delinquencies treat you with crown,
Where I can be me, without clasping any frown.
With these stymieing restrictions that flee,
Thee shall tell me a blazing story,
But I can't ever stay intrigued.
You might strive hard to get me glued,
But, out of this fussing calvary.
I will surely know it's not the reality!
Stories must hurt and sob harsher too,
To sow a moral into the hearts,
Without sniffs nor sighs life retorts,
Being sad is a sign for joy to echo!
An errorless story can be found in Neverland!
Where resurrection couldn't be a demand,
If that can never greet me or any,
Then do we need such a story that's an irony?
♋🔅❤🔅❤🔅♋
Hello everyone,
This work is inspired from the quote: Happiness is not a possession if being sad is seen as a curse. This may seem so normal but when you feel the lines the depth ofthe message is so remarkable.
Being happy or sad is never permanent. If that's the case, how can you expect a happily ever after? So no story is totally happy. And here story is a personification for our life.
Hope this is enjoyable.
Feed your thoughts and emotions.
I dedicate this poem to JyotiiD for her book Love stories where she handled every pain and scar of love.
With love,
Yaris🔆