Afrina T Mehraj Shaik

  The chaos outside the four walls of your home I wonder if you could find something more beautiful outside You are so confused Either the calmness you feel around is inbuilt in yourself Or inside the four walls of your home The shouts of horn disturb you to roam The breezes passing through windows Reminds you to climb up and reach the sky The falling autumn flies in, to feel their shades The murmurs over the other sides of the walls Excites you to join in the words The chaos outside the four walls of your home Might let you open your doors to living alive And mostly rushes you to close the doors of its protective warmth Inside the four walls of your home as an alarm To put you in peace.

  A tornado of thoughts Rushes and flush away the thoughts Of your membranes. Membranes of thoughts Protecting you from disturbances Rushes at ones and destroys your peace A storm of thoughts crosses your mind And disturbs the balanced set of thoughts Testing your patience Freezing and puzzling up your cells Makes you strong enough to Balanced-ly arrange your stairs of thoughts Stairs that lead you to the reach of the task Pulling you out of the tornado of thoughts That jumble up your thoughts and  Set you in peace and let you breathe.

  The creepy sounds of the blue sea Deep, calm and scary enough to lost in thoughts Beautiful and large enough to fill in the emotions Creepy enough to drown you in the vein Excited enough to drive you into its folds Folds of tides rushing all around Playful all the time Bringing the sea on front Folding the ground under your feet The big blue sea widely spreading its wings Takes you into the joyful throws of its waves A ride away from the shore not higher to the ground. The wide blue sea louder from out And calm inside with a whole new world Living under it. The big blue sea Besides reaching the end Of your land under the feet This shows, there is still a hope of not falling down.    

  Beyond the words There are thoughts still alive, Left behind holding Like the tides of a river Holding behind the gates. The unfolded muscles of a tongue Flexible and easy enough to move But still holds on like a wall, Holding weights hard inside the heart Holding the pain still remains silent. Expressing in silence The astonishment of success And the pain of unexpected failures in life. The tides of feelings left behind of not being expressive Beyond the words There is so much to say Beyond the words There is so much to show That sounds more beautiful than words you speak Beyond the words Some thoughts are still alive.