A restless heart,
A stray cloud,
Blown away by a gust of wind.
A stray strand of hair with a mind of its own...
A Still ,calm gaze,
Raging fire within...
Feet itching to move ,
Hands holding on to the moment.
Do I want to hold on,
Or let go?
Do I quench my thirst,
Or fill my empty life
With some moments of longing and despair?
A restless heart wants to go with itching feet.
To look at the unseen,
To know the unknown,
To douse the fire inside,
To quench the thirst and satiate the hunger.
To calm the restless heart!
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