My mind is an empty hollow space,
It's a dark space, with tall erect walls.
Where voice echoes till eternity, and get played over and over again.
My mind is an empty hall of fame, where you are the star.
It's like a theatre, where all the emotions are sacred and safe.
The heightened emotions in its most concentrated form.
Where your tears are kept safe and your laughter is cherished for eternity.
My mind is a place, where you never left.
With the buried memories, the seeds of new emotions sprout.
My mind is everything and nothing.
It's the nothingness which consumes everything and anything.
It pays no heed and yet knows every single details.
It's a tamed black hole, and yet running wild in circles.
It's the million stars trapped in a cubicle.
It's a sun, whose rays don't see the day.
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The winters were here,
It was time, for flowers to bloom.
It was time, for new to replace the old.
It was time that the tree shrugged off the old leaves to bear a new ones.
So, the tree shrugged it off, like the leaf meant nothing to it.
It was cold, chilly cold.
Cold enough with no remorse.
Because winters were near.
The tree has hurt the leaf, the once beloved green leaf, which is now pale yellow.
Or brown I say, it wasn't flexible like it once was.
It hurt the leaf, the idea of letting go
It crunched it's inner soul if it ever had one
But the leaf gathered its courage, collected itself.
Told itself, that it was about time।
The leaf had it coming, always.
It was time that the leaf would stop running away from reality and accept its solace.