The Eternity

 

Winter has come (frivolously atleast) 

its been close to an year or an eternity maybe , i’m weak at comprehending time 

i’ve always been 

hv been into a cocoon lately , so to say but yet my thoughts are so swayingly notorious 

yet they flow like the winds gushing through the trees , underneath the canopies nice nd low making the whistling sound or the welcome of the storm 

yet they amalgamate like the clouds some with a haze some fairly thoughtful just like the cumulous ones 

nd some others like the nimbus , which are perhaps making me write the things after an era

All the way , things evolve at a pace sometimes or idk maybe i become much involved cracking the patterns of the nature 

I’ve explored much of myself or i don’t want to do further idk

though it was an eternity afterall 

maybe we would write together someday 

or you would recite to me the beauty of ur mounts or the miseries of ur craters nd solistices 

talking to moon i tell her my childish fantasies but yah she nods for nothing at least for today …! 

someday , someday