So this was the whole episode of Jilt and hurt
Waiting for your arrival In their world of convenience
Making you all awestruck with gloom
Patting you hopelessly, to see this was what you
Were eager to have from the start
An age past adolescence, all grown up and zippy
But you didn’t pay heed to what lay ahead
A race full of unpredictability
Where nothing will ever concern you
No matter how much you succeed in believing
To master things out
It never works like this Sugar
You seem eager to mould people
With your intervening thoughts and
Blurred taste of your expectations like
A pot of clay adjusting with your reasoning
No!Sooner and later you need to jot this down
This isn’t how you can rule the world
With wearing heart about the sleeve but
With a wisdom and a wit, to figure out that
Leave everything be, the way this whole globe
Functions and survives, your job is to
Accept the perfect imperfections all lined up
In front, for you to learn and cast them aside without
Further glance in that direction because
Acceptance of reality has brought you to a
To a certain level of completeness and silence
applauding you for the wishful thinking
Writer, Reader, Reviewer
let's do that thing we never do sober, sober.
For The Passion Of Love
Thoughts the paper needs to know
An assortment of my bottled up words
I write in order to survive the demons inside my mind.
Scroll down you'll get to know what it's all about.
My Heart Perched On Verse
Fleeting moments . . . !
Reading, Writing, and some Madness
Welcome to my world of words!
Let's read and write
Prose | Poetry | Fiction | Editing
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Words are Wife.
journey of a stranger
playing with words is a passion...<3
Let there be light
Hey! You're using too much of your heart..
Stay Motivated !!
Admiring the beautiful in life.
The hidden side of everything.
Writer, Speaker And A Freelance Photographer
- Shruthi Maniraj
daft who finds solace in writing
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They call us dreamers,but we're the ones who don't sleep.
Anything. Expression, freedom, escape, music. Absolutely anything.
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Poetry from a heart on fire
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