Convo & Cosmos

Under this deep grey sometimes purple and least pink,

Stars and constellation don't bother now neither the clear sky means much.

we crave for something called a healthy conversation,

Where just you talk and talk to those ends till that plethora of sentiments smashed...!!!

and... left you with only you.

Those abyss are not meant to be live lifelong.

There is a lump in your throat formed of all emotions which you wanted to exhail,which you wanted to abscond.

sometimes you drown in them and other time you sit on the sea-sores...!

and wondering if it would make you feel any better. 

Suddenly you holds those leftover crumble,which are still aching.

Hearing all those solicits 

pacing your way faster 

It does,but hold a grip more like a infant giggling and sensed you ,makes things fastened.

say don't you want that???

Nowo look it from a.......... Kaleidoscope thinking as if you come out from those cracks.

Counting those pastel colors remembering how color told those untold story.

There you meet a flower blooming all over again :-)

the glass grows immensely..,

the sun smiles through the clouds...,

they will fullfill your void,??? void which is deeping time to time....,

but now it need to flatened with the leaves and fragrance of Aura.

Show your scars and talk to them how it feels to be pathetic...

Don't you help them??? say aloud will you remain be a dwelling hail?? or you'll just live a sensual dream...!!!