Serenity Painted Nature - Poem by Naman Bansal
She was feeling dead inside, no vehemence.
All sanguine were gone, vibes got froze, in an icy lake.
She went back to her place, to have a serene solace.
Cryptic lullabies of moon;
Soothing sound of wind, hollow love in her face.
Imagining a world full of natural coca, she went into dreams;
One exemplification hallucination.
A terrine, full of colors and serene whiff;
A sphere where nothing like damnation exist.
Twittering birds, flowing fragrance of flowers.
Dazzling sun, Conifer Mountains.
Shinning grasslands, immortal trees.
Welcomes the regent they call 'Spring Breeze'
Up ahead in the distance, she saw dark-devil cloud, the one about to shout.
Rain! Rain! Rain!
Water! Water! Water!
Breeze of new emotions, some untold relations.
She sat and wonders, is it the place she was wondering about?
A place where you'll feel the serenity, a place where you'll live the mortality;
A place where you'll gain the plenteous.
Miles away from the open air;
Deep into the mystic forest.
Beneath a giant immortal tree, there's an incipient small seed;
Waiting for her.
Just to have a sacred touch of her quintessence.
The touch no-one else can give; the love no-one else can sense.
The chariness no-one else can personify.
She kept travelling from north-south, east-west;
All she finds was a nature full of best.
She feels the sadness.
Because it wasn't a reality;
It was just a, 'Mystic Phantasmagoria' of a
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