For it is a moment.
In times,
In ways,
In the decision,
Blissfully inclined.
Though natural disasters strike everywhere,
Tsunami flows in somewhere,
Fire can burn anywhere,
Earthquake hits nowhere,
Tornado blows elsewhere,
Creating confusion of a trickster here.
Home yet save,
Not hit by the wave,
Which looks like a cave,
Illustrating with a rave,
Knowing couldn't control the enclave,
But could decide to behave,
In the present time hence gave.
For it is a moment.
In times,
In ways,
In decisions,
Blissfully inclined.
Looking at the home mirror in the capture,
Couldn't identify the home picture,
For the past home in structure,
It couldn't be compared to the present gesture,
Created from a past disaster in departure.
Knowing the nature,
Artistic in signature,
Creating seamless adventure,
What a manufacture.
That everything doesn't matter,
And what looks better,
In a world full of bitter,
Working on the home to look smarter.
For it is a moment.
In times,
In ways,
In decisions,
Blissfully inclined.
For it is a moment
Sometimes fleeting
Sometimes vanity
For in those moment
It could be blissful
It could be anything in a moment...
Thanks for the re-illustration and the perspective view.
I love how the refrain flows through the piece—it feels grounding, almost like a heartbeat. The mix of nature’s chaos with the idea of home really hit me… it’s like even when everything around us shifts, we can still choose how to stand in the moment.
Yes, we can. Thanks for the meticulous analysis and breakdown. Greetings.