WOODS OF THOUGHTS

As i sit beside the door

gazing into the lonely dark woods,

filled with moonlight, rustling of trees,

crickets stridulating and the 

sound of water flowing like there was no end.

The calmness which cannot be described

but only experienced.

People say i'm mad

to live in those woods alone,

as if i was waiting for someone

to walk out of those dark oblivion.

But no one understood the beauty of it

the simple state of being calm,

feelling nothing but your mind

wander the woods.

Even then i sit there every Friday night

staring into those lonely dark woods,

like it was the last time 

like it was the last time.....

                                        Mohammed Zayyan

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