She thought that she was without beauty, Like a candle devoid of a spark, So she set her feelings on fire. And prayed that it would be her salvation, She was like a river that had run dry, So she filled those cracks with the sweet sound of her laughter. And a flood of tears… Continue reading She’s all light and wonder
You held my hand, And we walked along. Together we walked, Came rain,came sunshine, But we walked along. I trusted you, More than I trusted anyone else. I trusted you, More than I trusted myself. So I walked along eyes closed. But as we walked along, You still held my hand, But the support had… Continue reading Together we walked
She was guilty For she did not conform. She could not be reigned, So she was shackled. She wanted to run free, They tied her hard with ropes of rules. Her wanton streak, Her untamed spirit, They made her conscience guilty. For she was to be, What she had to be, And not what she… Continue reading Daily prompt:guilty
You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent. And your memories are suspended in time, Every life that you have brushed up against, Now lives with an imprint of you trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But your memory will forever remain the same. It's like leaving each place that you have… Continue reading Shadows have remained
Vague are the vagaries of life, They tell us To silence us. They show us To blind us. They lead us To mislead. Vague emotions And nameless turmoils, Make you fall in the vortex of life. The cauldron of life Brims over With life emoticons All over. Source : https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/vague/
In the dark moonless night, Was a dot of luminous glow That dotted the dark expanse. The incandescent flame fiery hued Was by the deathly darkness not subdued. She was like the mystical firefly That dazzled with serene sublime. She was the enigma of light Spreading cheer in the dark night. Twinkling here and vanishing… Continue reading She was the firefly
Pooja, who goes by the name of Pooh (not the bear) is the quintessential young girl with red and purple highlights in her waist length hair. She loves to wear ripped jeans and crop tops and has a skull shaped tattoo on her wrist much to the chagrin of her mother. Her day begins at… Continue reading Meet Pooja
Why should you feel guilty when you are not the culprit? Why should you remain quiet when you are the victim? But the most important question is why should you be the victim?
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