QUOTES ON #BARREN

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16 JUN 2017 AT 20:47

There are thousand scars engraved on my body,
And a million more on my soul,
There is agony flowing in my veins,
Don't know how many secrets waiting to surpass threshold.

To all the words that travel their way to throat,
But are blocked from escaping the lips,
To the endless nerves that muster up the strength,
And try in vain to let that is inside to be tipped.

For there are several pages of my book,
That remain unvisited and obsoletely barren,
Or maybe just depletion of some words,
That will fetch a meaning to my story; God knows when.

In the midst of all the shades of pinks and blues,
And the people I am surrounded with; their hues,
In the midst of the gained few and lost more than few friends,
I long to give my wandering supposedly a happy end.

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8 APR 2018 AT 17:43

I wait for you just like
A barren bough
waits for spring.

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16 FEB 2019 AT 16:03

I found no pleasure in
crossing the barren trees
standing numb, everywhere.

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25 FEB 2019 AT 23:16

I went near those dry trees thinking that they might feel & share my pain Because we were both in the same situation...
BUT WHEN I WENT NEAR THEM ,
they laughed at me saying ,

“WE will soon turn green but oh! poor you, you are not dry but futile and barren!”

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7 APR 2018 AT 9:52

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10 APR 2017 AT 20:32

Oh Baby!
Who said magic doesn't exist?
I showered pain on this barren heart
& see how it started growing poetries

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23 FEB 2019 AT 22:17

Blood spilled, when power sneered.
Mother Earth, thus, went barren.
Blood doesn't make everyone fertile.

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7 AUG 2017 AT 9:57

The Devil's Seal

How many centuries must I stare at these barren walls?
At the droplets of sweet honey that pools onto the ceiling, just out of my reach?
At the chains around my emaciated hands whenever I try to?

"Until your scars fade, until the bleeding subsides, until your limbs return, will you be free to walk, newly adorned."
A letter that had been chisled into my mind. One that never stops being read by the ominous hums of the undead.

A small crack in the concrete is the only thing for which I give my undivided attention. If I dare shift my gaze, I will lose sight of the only thing I have, my one right eye.

But it won't matter much longer, in time these prison walls will become my home. A place that will be forged with my every cell.

To love and suffer, or to live alone and forever try to heal?
How foolish it was of me,
if only I knew it was marked with the Devil's seal.

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17 FEB 2018 AT 22:18

Somewhere down that barren chest
of yours, is a loving heart.
I'm going to keep digging, my love.

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24 JUL 2021 AT 12:59

Poets are weird
they plant gardens of words
in a barren corner of their heart,
only to weep about poems
that drowned in a flood ages ago.

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