The buddy, the healer
The one present always!
The sea of thoughts
The volcano of emotions
My imagination on sale
Sometimes through heart
Sometimes through lens!
Running after her
I'm writing that many times
Still not achieved
My lady luck!
Poetry on life
Poetry on love
It's all through my fingers
Either you like, or you may not!
Full stops are rarely placed
Because the story isn't over
Everyday, every hour
There's a twist, my friend!!
The birds are still flying up in the sky
I wish I could too, said keats
His favourite nightingale are always alive
Although his wings of imagination are asleep!!!
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:47 PM UTC
The buddy, the healer
The one present always!
The sea of thoughts
The volcano of emotions
My imagination on sale
Sometimes through heart
Sometimes through lens!
Running after her
I'm writing that many times
Still not achieved
My lady luck!
Poetry on life
Poetry on love
It's all through my fingers
Either you like, or you may not!
Full stops are rarely placed
Because the story isn't over
Everyday, every hour
There's a twist, my friend!!
The birds are still flying up in the sky
I wish I could too, said keats
His favourite nightingale are always alive
Although his wings of imagination are asleep!!!
