If words are a writer's voice,
can we call someone facing writer's block
DUMB!-
Not into pieces but
Into verses!
♡ My thoughts are like the dew d... read more
To be a flower pressed between the pages
a token of love or
a reminder of love drifted away
a frantic search for fragrance or
a realization that what has vanished doesn't reappear
a symbol of what might have been or
a thankfulness that what happened
happened for the best
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Wish I were your saree.
Draping your flaws.
Pleating your happiness.
Revealing the best within you.-
I wished for a day rich with gentle adjectives,
but it passed with quietly placed adverbs.
Now, I end it with a quiet exclamation.-
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I see the truth beneath it all
Reflections fade, but kindness stays
Residing deep in subtle ways
Outward smiles, inward grace
Rare beauty time cannot erase-
The soul flew free.What remained crumbled to dust, like fallen petals kissed by the earth.
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we’re both from Darjeeling.
Strong, classic, and better than the rest.
Clearly, we’re brewed to be the best!-
The weight of waiting grows each night.
No ping, no ring, not even a light.
Just me and my phone, holding on tight.-
roads that gently
lead you home.
Every rhyme,
every rhythm,
a quiet reminder
of who you are,
and where you
truly belong.-