y** ou are
o ne of a kind,
u nique,

a bright star in the night sky,
r oyalty, made
e specially for this very

s econd in time, you are
p recious and
e nchanting and you have a
c aptivating
i nner beauty
a nd
l ovely darling, you are special.

i called You,
and You came.
You came like rain,
a spring shower,
making everything bloom,
making all things new.

i am
every bit
undeserving.

You came like rain,
a spring shower,
flooding this dry soul with
mercy and grace,
bringing it to life,
making it bloom.

Dear                                                                                 Poets,

Poetry is our home
Be not bashful to let it go
Poetry is our home.

Society's expectations are not to set foot for they will be our guest who will
                                                                                                                   Never leave.


be not bashful
  
P                 I
O                 S
E
T
R
Y                                                    OUR

HOME

Even I don't know what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. I'm feeling everything in the world rest upon my shoulders, slowly pushing me into the ground. Every thought that could have crossed my mind, has. I wouldn't even know where to begin..

Is it the
time for
priorities?
or is it
the time for
simple
things?

(14w)