Somedays I escape monotony,
Even in a crowd, I feel such emptiness,
I search, explore and find a way,
To bring soulful reasons to unanswered queries.
Why, does the windchime,
Create a vision paralleled to peacefulness?
Where does the flurry of a disturbed notion,
Go when unheeded, unclaimed & deciphered?
I believe they reside deep in the core of your being,
In a tiny vault that says it all,
“Some questions remain unanswered, till the tide breathes its last.”
Somedays when the wind chime trades its soothing sounds,
With broken hearts,
With a tender call, to rouse a grieved,
Its soulful voice brings harmony.
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