Harsh

Posted Thursday, February 22, 2024

2mo

INFP

Capricorn

7

8

How Does It Feel ? (Self-Written)

In a contradictory ballet, tell me, How does it feel when the hands of time weave wear and tear, Yet whispers of promise fill the air? How does it feel when we hold dreams like treasures in the palm of hand, Yet watch them slip like grains of desert sand? How does it feel when we climb the stairs, reaching the peak, Yet finding the summit elusive, an illusionary streak? How does it feel when life's pages turn with grace, Yet the chapters we long for are missing, a void to embrace? How does it feel to own the pen that scripts destiny's song, Yet be a mere character, wondering where we belong? How does it feel to play a part with grace, Yet the script conceals the complexities we face? How does it feel when the winds whisper tales of the past, Yet the future remains shrouded, an enigma to outlast? How does it feel to sculpt with hands so divine, Yet the sculpture reflects fractures in the design? How does it feel when the camera captures a smile, Yet the photograph hides moments lost in the mile? How does it feel to freeze a memory in the frame of time, Yet sense the fading echoes of a distant chime? In the vast expanse, where dreams and reality entwine, How does it feel to yearn for wings, yet in cage, confine? To have a sky to touch, a mourning heart, tears astray, Tell me, how does it feel in my poetic display? ~ Harsh