Neha_Vasishta

It may be a ray of sunshine, but it seems like a ray of hope,

It may be just the chirping of the birds, but it seems like the chirping of a symphony,

It may be just water pouring, but it seems like the pearls showering,

It may be prosaic, but it is not.

I am sitting in a corner of this bliss,

Yet I feel surrounded by its eternity.

I am just writing a few words,

Yet I feel unburdened from the disorder.

I am looking outside the window,

Yet I see a life raveling and unraveling itself.

Fighting with the confusion and playing with the solution,

It may be prosaic, but it is not ecstasy.

Neha Vasishta
PGP 22

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