UNSPOKEN

A LAND FAR FROM HERE

Capture the sunshine at the corners your room,
Let yourself feel the light for a while.
Let your decaying bones heal for a while.

I, so, narrate to you the world outside the boundaries of you mind and room,

Far, far from here, there's a place where flowers bloom and there is no one as gloom as anyone in this old house.

There,
In the dark early mornings,
Throaty laughter fills in the empty spaces of a loner's heart,
Warm smiles makes darkness sway with the dance of lovers

In the bright cheery afternoons,
Everyone rushes towards the night to escape the reality,
Their tedious smiles contrast with their own frisky hands.

Evening arrives later than usual in summer,
And trees are the first one to drift to sleep,
They outcry each time wind passes by only to disrupt them in their sleep
And under the tree's fading shadows humans walk home with a few bills in their pockets and half spread smiles on their faces.

Night finally arrives and is welcomed with murmurs of lovers, protests of children and happiness of nocturnals

In a regular small alive house,
Father walks impatiently to see his family,
And as he rings the doorbell, the darkest parts of his son's day are forgotten as he goes to greet his father.

In every house in that land,
Dinner is served as the words fill in the air and love fill in the hearts.
Each part of 'what was done' and 'what was said' is told on that table.

And when dinner gets over, children grumpily walk into the room,
Parent fall in the void so deep that even wind can't hassle them.
And they all wait for another tomorrow to do it all again.

While you weep under your bed,
See the seasons change,
Hope to survive the night,
Scar your hands,
Slowly reach towards the culmination of a painful life,
When you could have been a native of the land of love and happiness and you could have died happy, Young but happy.

But you chose to live with the grievances of past,
And universe obliged.

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