It Always Remains


It remains within us, always
While we search outside.
The shadows, figments of imagination.
Just like flintstones,
The fire sleeps there, deep inside
Waiting to be summoned.
Susurration, of the heart
That coveted spark to ignite

77 responses to “It Always Remains

  1. Susurration. A new word I never came across, but loved the sound of it. When I looked it up, found out that its meaning is as beautiful as its pronunciation. A sibilance. Kaise soch leti hain aap?

    Loved the concept of the poem! The fire is indeed within and we keep searching it outside. Your poems are indeed a treat!

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