Flint

I’ve known what it feels like,
To be levitating while standing still.
The clouds pass through me like an amateur glare,
By an old lover.

Warmth is all this hefty heart has needed,
But I sit without a windcheater on a pouring day.
Just to show myself,
This is the unkindest life could get

I watch the skeleton of the mountains
And the sun’ss overcasting.
I realize that I am higher than the surfaces of the sea.

Wherever I go, I tend to keep in mind (less than in my heart),
That the open waters are unaffected by me or anyone.
I want to be that sour some days but,
I do not want to go numb to the world.

There are some remains of kindness left,
And I believe that if we plant kindness, and not bury it.
Along with a touch of love in the form of water,
We can find some peace and less resistance in loving another.

Instead of blaming the weather, we could choose to sit in the sun;
However we sit in the shade and complain of the cold.
I guess what they say is universal;
old habits die hard.


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Hi! I am Neha Thapar. I am an escapist who believes that Italy can cure my moods…I love the weathers and skies

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