The glass that cracks,
hears the yelling.
Held inside, no more room for holding air.
Forgiveness is handed too easily,
what else must we earn.
And all the windows look outside,
And all the outside, stays the same.
What else must we capture,
through photographs and crafted frames?
And all the silence, is never heard.
Just stuck in the shattered pieces.
Lost and swept up on dusted ground.
hears the yelling.
Held inside, no more room for holding air.
Forgiveness is handed too easily,
what else must we earn.
And all the windows look outside,
And all the outside, stays the same.
What else must we capture,
through photographs and crafted frames?
And all the silence, is never heard.
Just stuck in the shattered pieces.
Lost and swept up on dusted ground.
3 comments:
"And all the windows look outside,
And all the outside, stays the same.
What else must we capture"
ITS NOT IN THE SCENARY OUTSIDE. THE BEAUTY TO CAPTURE LIES IN HAVING NEW EYES....
An impulsive write.
deep and contemplative.
keep it goin;)
Thank you Amit, and Gazal.
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