Everything that's broke
And the flower buds which bloom,
leave it to the breeze 💛
Everything that is broken or bleeding in human, the sorrow element of life and also the good side of life is represented by the flower buds which bloom. Even its broken or beautiful that doesn't matter as everything is left to nature. And go with the flow of life.
chasing the clouds and
dreaming the stars.
Their love story began.
My life was utter darkness
and furthermore I felt so blind,
quite like a black canvas.
Until you brought colours to it.
You are the artist,
who brought art in my life.
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This stroke me this morning when things were getting hard, and thus I can't resist from posting this.
Thank you so much sweet symphony.
You're the SI unit of my life.
You left her drowning and
then she became a mermaid.
She is the bird who fell for you,
So make sure she flies again.
"What will others think"
is the reason for my shattered dreams.
Your name was the sweetest honey,
but now it taste acid.
You harm more than any bottle of acid.
With passage of time,
She perceived that you were a sweet poison.
Now don't come to feed her heart again.
You knew she is fragile,
and you saw she's about to break.
Yet you desired for her lust not love.
You just want to intertwine her body,
while she urged to tangle your mind.
She loved you,
she consumed you so candidly.
now she tore your shamming love apart,
And knitted the scar you left.
You were never her cup of tea.
still she's not lost.
I fear water and words.
They can be so deep sometimes.
Is it a verse,a story or a sonnet.
Or a mere pool, lake or the biggest ocean on this planet.
For the real fear doesn't creep in when I dive.
It does when I go too deep in search of life.
Deep words imprint on my mind, they scar.
Deep water drowns me in it,
Couldn't be found without a radar.
I think I'm not just yet ready to dive.
deep water and words might scar me for life.
Once upon on a time, I had feelings.
And now it has drained.
Once upon times I was really happy,
And now it has declined.
Once upon a time I was yours,
And now I became a writer.
— The End —