Some 'words' are not just 'words' for me, they are clusters of passing emotions igniting the spark within. It's not just love; They are those unspoken untamed thoughts, Whirling into the deep wilderness inside of me, Who do justice to that electricity, running at the back of my mind. It's me in intangible threads- In a hope to find the missing piece, to wire together. They are like thunder waking me into this life, forcing no more fake enthusiasm and spirit. They just let me be- Me. Comforting me through the hurricane Softening my vulnerability. Making enough space to allow my chaos to bleed, They create vacuum just for my heart to cry in silence. Those words don't label me under 'expectations', they bare it all and love it all. They allow the circus lion from the depth of my soul, chase the deers in the dense forest and hunt them down. They let me mourn, groan and be immature again, and confide the darkest shade of me, promising to not disclose it...
Hey amigo! This is Riya Jaiswal and the contents here are my very own spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility ;)