A Rose In The Book

While reliving my memories, I happen to open a box. And with it, my brain Punched all my nostalgic thoughts. Colourful crafty sheets, With handsome smiley ink. And a tinkling blue earring, I never used, I think. A letter from him, Turned ivory to pale. But the promises in it, Still shouts the tale. On …

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Love#04

He was a traveller. Visited every corner of my heart. Crawled under my skin. Swimmed in my eyes. He was a musician. Played his favorite song. With my hair being his guitar. My heart was his drum. He was a painter. I was his perfect canvas. Sketched that curve of smile on my face. Sometimes …

I Left…

I left. The warmth of my mother's hands. The comfort of my father's words. The deep secrets with my sister. The joints with my brother. I left. I never looked back. I never complained. I never thought again. I left. I miss them. I care for them. I fear their condition. But the most worst …

The epic love.

When she plays with the bygones, He stays with her. Finds her and pulls her out, To the future he built for her. When she cries all night, Feeling nostalgic over a song, He stays with her. Sings to her; Collects her tears and send them to the eyes. When she is happy and smiles, …

Yes I’m Proud

In the world so big, I stand here in crowd. Surrounded by many, Divided, I'm proud. Where money keeps you moving, And you turn into a machine. Where life is not about giving, And your soul is not clean. Where colour of the epithelium, Decides your grade. Poor resides in the slum, In the villas, …