"You write so beautifully, your mind must be a terrifying place," he
said softly, though he hadn't uttered a single word.

It was his eyes that spoke to her the most.

She surrendered herself to the tears that raced down her cheeks and smeared the ink on her hands.

Found prose in the Rahul Bansal quote.

1.Writing poems for you
2.

Isn't it beautiful how we know what is right for us after too much of the wrong energy, after too much time spent with the wrong soul?

Admittedly, I sometimes think that if I  had persevered, everything would have been 'love'. But I was blindsided. And I was trying to pass this denial off as a form of 'love' - but it was absolutely far from it.

A spiritless kind of love.

ink and paper
it is my most comfortable expression
words flow onto paper with ease
as water from a glass that is overfilled
but, place the same words in the mouth
and their flow is interrupted
as if they are jailed by teeth
to write is to release
there is freedom in it