Difference

Her heart was lush green, Seeming to be alright. But snakes came in with that greenery and depth, And that made it fierce. It made the difference. She had her lips carved into a pretty smile, Just like flowers, Attracted bees. Her soul was though dark and gloomy, And that made all the difference. Her... Continue Reading →

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Trust

I couldn't trust my mind And so to prevent a memory lapse, I captured you in a video. Trust issues. I couldn't trust you, And so I put derringer at you head. To cage you, To let you not slip away. I couldn't trust myself, And so I slit myself open, Apart, Bleeding profusely. My... Continue Reading →

2018- A history!

Life is too short to just live through, Love what you do and do what you love, before it's too late. Leave the ones who hate you, move forward. Love the ones who care for you. Don't simply waste time in improving the old. Build new, you have enough time. Start again. Know it, what... Continue Reading →

Woe

You know it's getting even harder to live here. I don't have a reason to bear this harsh reality. These days, the Sun seems to run and hide away behind the clouds in the afternoon only. No one can even lend an ear to my sorrowful, hopeless life. Why will they, anyways? They say it... Continue Reading →

My soul- A poetry

My soul was once a poetry, Sung as splendid as a baritone. My soul is a poetry, And sounds like a mere crass cacophony. My soul will be a poetry, And what I only wish, Is to have it between right cords, So it once again sounds pleasant. I will answer all the comment asap.... Continue Reading →

Scarlet lips

Oh she seems out of sight now. Where's she gone. The life took a turn and so she too folded in, with that turn. Am I alone now? Or perhaps I'm lonely? Learn the difference. Don't you see these red eyes which were once hazel green? Or maybe, you don't want to. Anyways I must... Continue Reading →

Undiscribed masterpiece!

My skin bleeds in metaphors. My mind wanders in the depth of your poetry. I feel myself drowned in a ocean of your words. As more often as this loquacious tongue is used, I feel myself flowing with these currents. You look like a villanelle, wanting to be sung, babe. As mysterious as an unread... Continue Reading →

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