Coming across a beautiful piece one night, my mind began to revolve around a thought for long.
I kept thinking about those hearts, who are giving away the very thing they themselves were denied.
There are such writers who are out pouring their sadness by writing away happy tales.
Deep wounds have lead to distended hearts, is an art of rectification to help their own misery.
Who never were blessed with a new beginning, now are giving all their characters a happy ending.
These birds wander somewhere high above others enhancing their imaginations.
Maybe to write away the love which never was experienced, while they write to forget.
Day began for my thoughts to complete the journey at this orbit.
Yet I kept wondering why were they doing this?
And then I looked into the mirror to
ask myself ‘WHY?’ 🌻