He knows the way he’s perceived, he dies to see the way he seems, knowing it’s truly not what’s in his soul. Tells himself it’s not truly him, that hes better, but in time even he begins to loose hope
Let’s talk about all that has been unsaid. Shenanigans. Let’s walk to the beyond. I do not want to cross the wall. I just need to see what lies beyond. Are you scared? Your pupils have diluted. And I can
I find a rainbow far away, when pain rains on me incessantly, realizing the value of life, finding joy in everything around me. Seize the day’s mirth never putting it off, knowing tomorrow is unsure, feeling unique in my way,
Rains- smells Of dampness and chill, mother’s crispies, grandma’s tea Of coming home, all wet and cold, little pools flooding the floor Of dosas on the stove, day-darkness, drying clothes, A thunder bolt from the darkened skies, Wet feathers and
A word amidst verses, Coming to life briefly When the reader leases His mind and time solely. That moment of glory, Is transient like you; An unknown for many Very common for few. Alone it’s no meaning, A tale not
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