• UnsettledI wait for the end. It camelike those prayers without any greeting.It gave me a flower later,with all hands waving in a directionlike never before. -
• UnsettledI wait for the end. It camelike those prayers without any greeting.It gave me a flower later,with all hands waving in a directionlike never before.
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Home is far so are your thoughts. What if I think,like you made me by finding stones? and not those pearls placed everywhereexcept our doors. -
Home is far so are your thoughts. What if I think,like you made me by finding stones? and not those pearls placed everywhereexcept our doors.
• Rejection You see. You pluckmy wordsone by ones low l yfrom this garden.My dear,don't forgetto remove those wilted ones,you asked me to savefor a changethat never came as a reason forany season. -
• Rejection You see. You pluckmy wordsone by ones low l yfrom this garden.My dear,don't forgetto remove those wilted ones,you asked me to savefor a changethat never came as a reason forany season.
I love these tricks.Every thingchangesas I write.I write... I write...I write...andI am right in the end. -
I love these tricks.Every thingchangesas I write.I write... I write...I write...andI am right in the end.
It's ok if you don't seehappiness,speaking to you as much as sorrow.Look how the sunshinesaccordingly,by leaving and livingunders i l e n c e. -
It's ok if you don't seehappiness,speaking to you as much as sorrow.Look how the sunshinesaccordingly,by leaving and livingunders i l e n c e.
All I getis solitude,in these two places.One on my handwhen you slip awayand in your greedywalks,when you breakme into poetry.To,words. -
All I getis solitude,in these two places.One on my handwhen you slip awayand in your greedywalks,when you breakme into poetry.To,words.
Like a flowerbloomand remember to stay groundedwhen all theydo isto show you heightsby plucking. -
Like a flowerbloomand remember to stay groundedwhen all theydo isto show you heightsby plucking.
I sometimeswishmy pain to be darkerthan night,so that you allwouldnever see my handbleeding,when I write. -
I sometimeswishmy pain to be darkerthan night,so that you allwouldnever see my handbleeding,when I write.
I haven't kept my promises till then.Breakingthemone by one,kept adding hopes to heal...But my dear,happiness is always found either by leaving or by livingand youcan't expect me to do themat thesame time. -
I haven't kept my promises till then.Breakingthemone by one,kept adding hopes to heal...But my dear,happiness is always found either by leaving or by livingand youcan't expect me to do themat thesame time.
...and thereare nightswhen you seemedrinkingmy ownheartless words.for mysorrowis hidden there.deep within.//insomnia -
...and thereare nightswhen you seemedrinkingmy ownheartless words.for mysorrowis hidden there.deep within.//insomnia