Bouquet of epiphanies, collection of intricate emotional nuances and not to mention the sweet but bitter experiences. In the words of my heart I would say these writings are tender bare feelings dusted with flakes of creativity.

Words Prolonged



"Silence kissed the merry drops dwindling down the way, leaving behind a heavy heart which sobbed with no words left to say."

Swords of laughter felt my skin, bruised with mockery with a touch of grin. 

Solitary bloomed with a pleasant taste bearing fruits which I didn’t waste. 

Shadows of loneliness left a vacant space only to be filled by thoughts of joy and grace. 

Heard by the crowd was my lyrical shout saying to the merry drops your silence was profound

Comments

Post a Comment