Books were the best lullaby for me till I didn't get to readpoetries whose elixir vibes transmogrified my sleepy nights into sleepless nights.

Mind, heart, and actionsswimming with tranquilityin turbulent wavesRaising the eyebrows and opening the mouth wide of pessimistic commentators.

Choosing between practicality and love is always confusing.© Spriha Kant

Every balloon is destined to deflate or blast on one or the other day but what surprises me the most is when people hand over their own balloons of happiness to those who love to prick them.

You only felt my tears coalescedin raindropsand swallowed them by your sunshine.

We all battle till our respirations aren't ceased.

Some hearts are too solid to be liquefied by the heat of kindness.

On the muted music of the zephyr, the viridescent folks' dance and the fluffs veiled in white, sallow, and orange tinges glide in the mid-air. In this pristine swathe shield by a mysterious guard against intruders, there's no gravity to land from jovial vibrations.

Dormant volcanoes are often interpreted as paralyzed.© Spriha Kant

He turned into a bonfire the moment I intervened in his personal space for his goodEquating his respect for my concern about him to zero.