When the music of melancholy starts to bleed, rest is all that you need. When you are hurt and in pain and the light of your inner voice starts to dim again. All you might need is rest. Rest, not just your body but also, the mind chatter sitting on your chest. When you are unapologetically tired of life’s unscripted play for none seems to make sense day by day. All you might need is rest, Rest, not just your body but all the roles you play abreast. Because When the music of melancholy starts to bleed and your inner child starts to plead, rest is all that you might need. - My Fragment 📝 . . In frame musingoverself . . . . . . . #kerala #poetryheals #iwritewhatyoufeel #iwrite #reelitfeelit #reelkarofeelkaro #backwatersofkerala #houseboat #writersofindia #writerswrite #poetrycommunity #poemsindia #healingjourney #poetsofindia #travelgram