Blurry and clear
Distant but near
Waiting to come out
Amongst cold clouds-
-threads of my brain,
like earthworms in rain.
The fiber of thread,
so careful of its tread,
not ever it is in knots
but today, it thwarts
the flow of lucidity
lost in the river of stolidity.
I just want to become a talented writer and hope to present my art to this world as an unexpected gift.
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Maybe I thought wrong
The sharp, the flat,
Loud as lightning, I can go on howling
Kanwar Lake ( ramasar site)- Begusarai, Bihar IND
Just good food made by me or other people.
Aesthetic background. Red neon lights on a black background.
I like cigarettes here
Do they subsist a band of blue?
the city in which I love him
As familiar notes play, I lay
I open my door and they fly away,
I irked as milky water trickled down my knee
One eighth of a sob
……. are your eyelids black or grey?
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