
Musings of mine
Keep changing all the time,
Once it was the moonlit night,
Now it is the lustrous sunshine.
Once. I ran vigorously after my goal,
Now I seek that goal in my path.
What was once a dream for me,
Today that seems just a whim that I had.
Musings like these
Are just superfluous as I write,
Stories that I have in my mind,
Will be reveleaed at the moments assigned.
Only the beginnings will all be the same,
That is, ‘Once upon a time…’
A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.
– mark twain
P.S. : Solitude leads to retrospective thinking, and such thoughts become stories.
Copyright © absoluteshami, 2020.
Very inspired. :))
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Glad to read that. 🙂
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