Fragments of the Quiet Mind

In a world filled with apathy and where silence lingers long, I wander through memories, each a fleeting song. Trying to bury parts of my soul’s history, Dancing with shadows, lies weave their mystery. The world is apathetic. People are apathetic. Everything is apathetic.This feeling is becoming all too familiar, like I’m a ghost drifting through echoes of laughter long forgotten. It’s an unsettling sensation, as if I’m stuck in a film on a continuous loop. Memories flicker just out of reach, shimmering like distant stars that refuse to align. I’ve buried parts of my past, trying to ignore the fragments that won’t let go. But can we ever truly forget the pieces that define us? There’s a constant tug-of-war within me, a struggle between the truths I confront and the lies I cling to. And what do I do when the shadows I thought I had evaded begin to creep back, whispering the stories I hoped would remain silent? I refuse to disguise the joy that once lit my way, To deny that bliss feels...

Strolling through our enchanted path, The righteous Heaven paid a visit, Descending from its huddled spot Misty Clouds! you won’t believe it. It’s just water floating in the air, I thought “Or Is it?” was my afterthought, The park was filled with laughing and giggling, From Kids playing, running and hiding. But to opportunists this fog means fortune Stalking walkers with evil intentions, To leap and attack when no one’s in sight, As a predator hunting its prey at night. A hazy fog caressing my cheeks, Admiring the beauty of this immaculate mist, Inspired by this vapor, I’ll last for a week, And think of the two souls who almost kissed!  Unobstructed vision is an impossibility, As perceptions create my reality, This fog, a being so profound Answers to what is it, is still unfound. …and hoping that it will never be found.