Red Moon

I am walking on the graveyard of lies

On a red moon night…

Mesmerized by the silent serene forest…

In between the sounds of the chilly winds and rustling trees I witnessed the cursed birds whispering the stories of the hellish world…..

I have decided to walk out of the wired thoughts and bounded relations

the birds mumbled the ultimate truth that, despite the world being wicked we are only cursed in their own story rather in our own…..

Hearing this made me walk through the fierce lake of poison left by the world.