Birth At The Horizon..

I am blamed for metaphorising things around me

That I give them life when the inanimate I see

But I genuinely feel some conversations going on

Even when I hear the cry of a new born

I’ll tell u where I had been some time ago

Where the waves crash down, near the horizon u know

I was too insignificant and thus just preferred the shore

Walking while inhaling the beauty of all the four

The heaven was lying comfortably on the blue’s bed

Or you can say that blue was cosily kissing its forehead

Inseparable pretty enough, yet separation quite true

Such a unison of souls was blessed to a very few

When the heaven wept, the blue held his tears

Like when blue was frightened, he always enveloped her fears

The calor bowl wasn’t one peeking neighbour

But sheeted these souls with altogether a different colour

The radiance which was just born in their lives, added a different meaning to it

One step away from paradise, breathtaking was every bit

The horizon far away had now a different story to tell

Like a tint of orange on a turquoise band had fell

Complimenting each other they formed a circumference

Feeling far more than complete merely in each other’s presence

As the wet sand fractioned beneath my feet

I was completely captivated by this view so pure and neat

The breeze cooled my extremities but I still felt warmth within

Like a place where you could wash away all your sin

If even the lifeless is so full of life and so living is whatever I see

Why am I blamed for metaphorising everything around me