The aisles in my brains Twist into crooked lanes They curve and bend Around corners on end
As I think, a bulb flickers on; Proverbially almost. Illuminating the sidewalks Dimly, then brightening up, Then blacking out at the epitome of my thought. If I was about to reveal some profound mystery, I will never know.
All I know is my thought has lost its way in my brain. It is wandering. Listlessly, Passing through walls. Looking for a way out.
Hello there you. I'm just a 16 year old trying to find her place in life at this moment. I may already have found it but I keep searching. Isn't that what we're supposed to do? Why settle? I live in Mumbai, India. I love this city and this life. My poems are a 100% authentic. Happy reading!
This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where
I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we
You see me Hurrying and scurrying Gathering my food cautiously, Looking around constantly worrying Sneaking around precociously. Weaving; bobbing, always dodging Bushy tailed little scavenger I am, So may despise me as I dwell in their lodging But all I