Broken promises and Far away lands!

I promised myself sometime back that i will never be poetic.
Much of the reason was that poems hurt more than they sooth.


But, i break my promise today. yet again!

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Walking into the meadows
I listened to the grass whispering
Silence.
Nothing to hear but everything to understand.

All the significant details: the crucial meetings,
deadlines to meet, oh please!
Vanished into a far away land
They call it Utopia

This vehicle – my body,
engine and headlights on,
ready and humming.

Flying bird
Stop here and listen to the music
There is nothing ahead!

Yes.