The Soulful Atom

Long empty streets wet with remainders of evening rain.. The smell of mud romancing the cool breeze.. Leaves singing soft rustles tickled at being caressed by the heavenly breeze.. Unaware of the human presence, amongst all this show of love, tenderness and strange connections.. Amongst this confusion as to who belongs to whom.. Unaware and uncaring of all the pleasant turmoil these characters on the nature's stage are going through, The Moon unveils many untold secrets of souls unknown, unmet, far away.. and yet together.. :)

The tales wet the eye, and curve the wet lips into something that makes the hear glow.. strangely enough.. A heart that does not belong to the smile..

The street light flickers and so do they eyes.. Before meeting or rather not wanting to hold the gaze.. The moon knows all, so do the stars and the lights from afar..

The road leads nowhere particular.. To some old memories maybe.. To a place within the self.. Within the heart, that does not belong.. Which disowns itself.

This is the moment of peace.. Of knowing what eludes every soul.. Of knowing that there is so much to be known but still letting it be in its shell.. The pride at protecting this fragile shell, which will break even at the meeting of the eyes.. Letting the mystery remain for as long as it can bear the pearly insides of the soul.. of each soul..

By the way.. The moon still talks a lot.. Of secrets and mysteries, known to all and yet untold.. :) a look in his eye will bare it all..

By the way.. Its only if you know where and how to look... :)