Serene solitude.



Is it possible to walk again after you pass away ? 

Is it possible for the moon to rise on a bright sunny day ?
Is it possible for you to grieve about someone you barely know?
Is it possible for us to believe in places up above and down below?

Answers. That's what everyone is looking for isn't it ?
Living every solitary moment with courage and living through it bit by bit .

We try to forgive and forget
but isn't that at the end of the day what we regret?
Life isn't fair they say.
Like an oracle they preach who've barely lived a day .
When the plane falls even atheists pray.
And all those who wander for answers are created by the potter who works with clay.

Is it possible for us to change and beautify something our own way?
Is it possible for us to smile through a bad day?
Is it possible for us to live life that leaves the society with no words to say?
Is it possible to walk again after you pass away?
Answers. That's what everyone is looking for isn't it ?
Living every solitary moment with courage and living through it bit by bit .

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