Thoughtsara

Ironically,  Homes of each other's worlds they are..  Presence around an arm stretch Suddenly seems too much to ask for.  Frowned smiles.. Carried over to farther of miles.  Melancholic eyes blurred in silence.. While the deceptive laughs took the lime light. Isn't it tough!  To not have the privilege of breathing the same air.  To not have a sight of those warm eyes.  To only picture the smiles through the screens.  I mean, How do you ask a bird?  Why does it choose to fly!!,  When the tree just stays there unmoved.  And if the tree has ever answered,  "Why shouldn't she?  For I know, I'm her home that she runs back to After her wings are tired of touching the skies.  Resting those frailing feathers. And what do I get!? The bliss of offering undeniable solace.  "Moments" I call them. " "Moments", they are called.  What else do one live for!?  And so do THEY..