There’s so much that the rain wets.
Yet theres so much that it doesn’t.
But when the sun takes over again
Theres no sign differentiating that the rain haven’t.
We often live in its pretence.
Coz its only when the sun descends
That we are able to see if we got wet in its presence
Or was it our solitude coz of which our eyes moistens
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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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