What will be the point
Of putting in work to earn these coins
If I won’t see your face every day?
So we won’t fight, not tomorrow nor today.
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Novice To The Unknown
I am living the autumn of my life. I don’t know whether I am withering off altogether or to grow into a fresh leave when the spring will come. Will the spring even come? I don’t know and honestly, I don’t even believe that it will. I feel like I am a novice moving towards the unknown.
Sweet Silence
“I don’t love you,” she replied to him as he sat on one knee with a rose in his hand, looking at her face with love in his eyes and smile on his lips. “I am sorry,” she apologized with a hope that he won’t feel hurt.
My Home
No matter wherever I go, I’ll come back to you. You are my home. There’s a comfort in your existence. I believe in you. I believe in myself when I don’t want to because you believe in me. You have become an indirect source of power and positivity for me.
Lost in the Wonderland
She is lost in his eyes. Though, it is just a picture and today she will see him at last, yet she can’t help being mesmerized each time she looks at his face and thinks of his sweet way of talking. This is the time when all her fantasies will be tested.
Who are you?
Who are you?
Force
There’s no force,
a lack to strive
The energy is out of course
and is yet to retrieve.
The metronome and metonymy of poetry
A lot of the early poets and authors refer to poetry as something to look down upon. Some try to bind it in verses, definitions and distinctions while others are still figuring out its techniques and methods through the use of the same throughout the process.
Imperfect Life
Life is never perfect. This imperfection is a bliss because it keeps our life going. Perfection is the end. Once you have achieved perfection in your life in the complete sense, there is nothing more to strive, to think about, to achieve.
Fall
We are hurt and exhausted. We both faced a great fall in our lives. We give a lot to the ones we love, so much that we forget to love ourselves. I have learnt, though, after processing my emotions throughout the time I devoted to myself, that no matter what, I will never again forget to love myself. None’s entry or exit in and out of my life would affect me so much as to make me hollow and void of love. We will rise.