WALKING DOWN THE SAME STREET

Every day, I walk down the same street.
I console myself there.
My real life is there.
I speak to my soul there,
I talk to myself there.

I imagine myself there.
Nature is quite close to me there.
Birds hover for me in the air.
The sun doesn’t blaze there.
The moon is full of brightness there.

When the cold rainfall falls, it cools down the embers of the heart.
The soft breezes please the flames of the bruised soul.
In the same street, everything is unique.
In the same street, life is unique.
I walk down the same street every day.

This post first appeared on The Kashmir Pulse