Few drops of unattended thoughts,
travel all the way from the clouds of imaginations,
not entertaining, but pertaining to something within,
falls on dry hearts.
It’s an amalgamation of a life,
creating a covered, preserved and promising way of dealing,
with pain and strains of lives.
It regenerates lives,
boosting energies of dead cells,
and the tradition of sorrows and happiness.
It opens up the eyes, closed with
died thoughts of the unreal world.
It feels, within a life, the chord of life
and the cure to undied deaths.