Eyes grow wide
He slows down his Stride
Enjoying the best of the breeze
Until everything cease
Shuts his thoughts, drowning in drizzles
ears enjoy the Nightingale's whistle
Moon is not up yet
Tired as the dark sky
Something still holding my back
Of all I need— rest
Rest of all need me
It's just me
I look at him still
In this moment— I blink,
He doesn't.
It's just me.
Looking at my reflection smile
While a tear rolls down me.
Am I still him
It's just me.
As it always will be
Knocking a Open door
Knowing no one will open
It's just me
But it not always should be
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Center Stage with Gina C.
*** I'm keen to republish the interviews I did for my series with Vocal creators. It's been a few years and I thought it might be nice to revisit these wonderful conversations. I'll be releasing them one at a time for a few weeks/months.
By Heather Hubler5 days ago in Interview
Comments (1)
Deep and beautiful lines! 😊