Moist warmth of the air, concealing
nostalgia. Silence revealing
the whispers of the breath. Strolling
lonesome in the twilight, talking
quietly to the self , and remembering
the matured infancy of a lingering
past. Home, a place for purifying
my heart and comforting
my bleeding soul. Soothing
known voices sheltering from the perturbing
of an inhumane love. Home, pillowing
a peaceful night, before the dawn is instituting
the indomitable, eternal state of a human being.
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time n again the same wounds resurface some sounds which had clung on to my ears when i was there some moments which i forgot by the roadsid...
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just when i found myself free you bounded me in chains mysteriously when i tried to run out you carved me on the wall to shout what is it th...
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There are millions of sides to everyone of us. Everyone is somewhere or the other trying to relate, what we actually are. But we are not wha...
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