Poetry, Quotes and Stories

Many summers, autumns, and springs have passed, yet it all feels cold, void, and chaotic.  The butterflies seem to have lost their way, the sky has faded out, and the flowers have refused to bloom.  The rain pours down, yet it has forgotten its song.  The mountains loom outside my window, not as guardians of strength but as burdens pressing against the horizon.  The stars have grown weary of shining. Every dawn arrives like a broken promise — light without warmth. I do not know when the nature will remember its rhythm,  I am not certain if the heart will relearn the language of rain,  Not sure when the butterflies will find their path,  Now aware if the sky will reclaim its blue, and Don't know when the flowers will dare to bloom again.  -Sumita