The palm without lines may not be read, But to caress the love ones they are enough, And to pet the back for appreciation they are enough, To experience the perfection in imperfection so many doors I will be opening.
After the sun set, the sun won’t close doors, Else we would be living in real darkness, Sun chose to rise even after setting in abyss, To be someone’s light and darkness so many doors I will be opening.
Broken vase may not hold water, But can be used to hold the hard materials, Pins, papers, and all your trash, To be broken and still be living so many doors I will be opening.
The heart maybe punctured, But functioning as to not stop dieseling, Desire, hope and life of billionth, To be punctured but still useful so many doors I will be opening.
The spring does bring downfall for the leaves, But sacrifice is beauty in the eyes of beholder, They fall for the new one to have chances, To experience this so many doors I will be opening.
Life considered to be a journey, And traveller can’t stop at one place, Limited is not where we stop, To taste unlimited so many doors I will be opening.
To be experienced, To be broken and left alone, To be loved, So many doors I will be opening.
The comments by @skye and @Boblong inspired me to write this piece. I will try to overcome my fear of getting attached but yeah I'll be keeping some precautions so I won't be that hurt in case if they leave. Thank u so much for being so supportive. I love u. Keep on writting 😁