The wait like a poem hiding somewhere & l holding the stars the moon has to burn the sky has to release the colours of the dawn.. -
The wait like a poem hiding somewhere & l holding the stars the moon has to burn the sky has to release the colours of the dawn..
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I am stuck between the pages and the pen..the words help me cross the bridge... walk knowing at the other end there is nothing.. -
I am stuck between the pages and the pen..the words help me cross the bridge... walk knowing at the other end there is nothing..
I just tried to paint the colours of spring through my words.The sky is gray outside Thad to bloom flowers.The pages had to see the light.. -
I just tried to paint the colours of spring through my words.The sky is gray outside Thad to bloom flowers.The pages had to see the light..
How easily we accept the changes as if it's normal it's like writing that poem which you want to hold inside or you are trying hard to rhyme.. -
How easily we accept the changes as if it's normal it's like writing that poem which you want to hold inside or you are trying hard to rhyme..
The colours of festival is in the air..The search for the moon in the sky..The fasting and feasting.. & the wait like a celebrationI soak it all in the words which write.. -
The colours of festival is in the air..The search for the moon in the sky..The fasting and feasting.. & the wait like a celebrationI soak it all in the words which write..
Sometimes the word create is just an outlet to walk away. The word becomes a window for some..We need to open it to embrace life again.. -
Sometimes the word create is just an outlet to walk away. The word becomes a window for some..We need to open it to embrace life again..
Once upon a time kind of story doesn't exist still write your story experience the joy & sadness live through your poetry.. -
Once upon a time kind of story doesn't exist still write your story experience the joy & sadness live through your poetry..
That time of the year when poetry is celebrated everywhere how can Ihold the light withinThe poems have to be there The poet has to walk within.. -
That time of the year when poetry is celebrated everywhere how can Ihold the light withinThe poems have to be there The poet has to walk within..
For me the song of April will be different but I will writeI will trap in the colours of the day & the rhymes of the night.. -
For me the song of April will be different but I will writeI will trap in the colours of the day & the rhymes of the night..
Be kind April..Let me write poems which will help me breatheBe kind quietly.. -
Be kind April..Let me write poems which will help me breatheBe kind quietly..