Picture credits: vaishnavi siddhanthi
My eyes,happy looking at the goodness in people.
My thoughts,happy that they could crawl into someone else’s mind.
My nose,happy that it can breathe the aroma of inner peace.
My lips,happy that they can still smile despite of all that has happend.
My heart,happy that it has found its place.
My hands,happy that they can write some inspiring words.
My stomach,happy to find that, it always need not digest the filth but there is an option to chunder.
My legs,happy that they can jump in joy looking at the serene universe.
My soul,happy that it has wings to fly to all the mystique places.
Looking at the starry sky,my happy body drifted off to sleep.
My eyes, tired of seeing the dramarama.
My thoughts, tired from running into people’s pretentious minds.
My brain,tired of reading too much between the lines.
My nose,tired of inhaling the air filled with the stink of pseudo love.
My lips,tired of uttering the words which mean nothing to people.
My hands,tired of becoming the helping hands.
My heart,tired of being broken again and again.
My stomach,tired of digesting the harsh truths that I find.
My legs,tired of stepping foot into places it never wanted to.
My soul,tired of being imprisoned in the jail with never ending bars.
Looking at the moonless sky,my tired body was out like a light.
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