How Does It Feel?

How does it feel to be just a witness of love and had never got a chance to be loved? How does it feel to be someone who has longed for love for too long and has received hatred and humiliations in return?How does it feel to feel like you are too hard to love?Continue reading “How Does It Feel?”

Letter To Self

May be we should think about it,May be we should sort it out Or Should I just let it go,Should I just bury it down;Help me I am sinking,My heart is drowning;Can someone recite my elegy,I have been losing energy;May be it takes time,May be it gets fine;I hate this thunder screaming,So much that IContinue reading “Letter To Self”

You

You were like the sand in the shore and I was the waves,No matter what, I would always come back to you.You were like the droughty land that yearned for love and I was the rain that selflessly fell for you.You were the winter, rough and cold and I was that warm summer which meltedContinue reading “You”

The Lost Girl

Have u ever seen this long haired girl? Caramel skin and hazel brown eyes, Beautiful enchanting gorgeous smile. She had a lot of stories, At the tip of the teary;She was warm and fuzzy, fun and groovyShe had a scar on her chin, small and thinMole on her neck,round and thickCharm in her dream,nice andContinue reading “The Lost Girl”

Let’s Pretend

And you watch the fragrant filled flower, forget the marvellous leaf.You love the vibrant waves, neglect the orange sand.Mesmerized by the glorious moon, overlooked the pretty dark skyDance in the rain, Run away from the grey cloudsCapture the striking lightning, Fear the supreme thunderHow long will you ignore the ordinary just to cheer the beautyContinue reading “Let’s Pretend”

The Dead Flower

The shadows solemnly followed the dead flowerThe flower that was most cheerful of all;Where are you?O Cheerful flower, where are you!It’s all long gone, for now dead is the only word that describes you O flower.Where are those days?The ones you bloomed with grace;O little flower, everybody leavesBut you left so early, leaving your trailsContinue reading “The Dead Flower”

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