Listening

The scourge is over; there is a bloom inside somewhere,

I think I’m being noble, to listen and try – a thing to share.
Suffering is a passing stage; life’s just like that
Her words kept me calm and stupid; oh! What a dare!

There was a bold music in my head; I sang it loud in my silence.
I dreamt of a land beside the sea; but there was a tickle in my conscience.
No one cares now; obviously not my heart.
Done trying to help myself happy; I have learnt to live my silent sense.

Acting out of a sweet generosity; I question my approach,
Morning of boredom & night of high- a friend’s here to encroach.
Yes, I know there are friends around; weird as it sounds to me.
A month ago, I was stranger; all of a sudden I am asked to sod off.

Mr. Average- I think I’ve defeated you- I am happy but modest
You were good to me and kept me alive; with you, there was a beat in my chest.
Yes, I forgot those sessions of indie rock; you and I- a bottle of rum,
South of happiness we went together; I left you faraway in the test.

Written while sitting with a pen in a hand.........