Will I find my escape
by walking through
the converging shadows?
Will my trails get erased
by the imprints of
passing time?
Will the wind carry
my voice beyond the
horizons and blends it
with the eternal silence?
Will my obsession
to be invisible join
the chain reaction
of possibilities
and fulfils?-
I write on basis of my point of view✍
(I may wrong sometimes �... read more
Crossing the storms with sand castles wrapped in my arms. That's how holding everything together feels.
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Goodbyes which didn't
mean to them were very
important to me. Because
that's how acceptance
taught me the reality.-
Moving shadows knew how I patiently waited for you while trusting the process to be kind towards me.
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While drowning in my thoughts empty ceiling above me looked like the world I was drifting from, like a grey square nothing exciting about it.
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One day the wings will rest around
the caressing arms of the evening
breeze. You'll feel lighter as you descend
towards your home and feel proud
of all the flights and leaps while
chasing your dreams.-
As I thought something romantic about you, the poetic metaphors seemed to tease my thoughts to surrender myself to your divine beauty.
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Some stars just want to curl up someplace
far in the night sky. They don't want to be
looked at, they don't want to be signs of someone's false hope. They like their
anonymity, they want to be a part
of mysteries that won't be solved.-
You pretend a smile thinking they should feel validated. But for them, it's a recap of how they lost themselves while trusting a false hope.
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