I lost my dream; a strong bond helped; connection lost; pain returned, this time with no one to connect. Just me and my words, darkness and my demons. For-
its what we feel, what none can heal...
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Then there were poets The Puzzle Maker Then there were poets, who used to express but still hide, their ability to write, a gift to mankind, or a curse for their kind. A terrible territory, their m… Source: World Poetry Day
A mind that screams, of misery and dreams. A brain that hears, but numb for the fears. Throat gets heavy, ready to blast on signal. Eyes gets heated, mysteriously emitting vapors. The vibes at throat unbearable, though doesn't pains,nor does it irks, it just thunders inside that voice-box dark, unable to open the hole that … Continue reading Sad Rain
Sometimes I just sit and think about creating something, like using some symbols that might have looked weird had it not been our daily routine to see them without questioning about its base and validity. Though I never liked puzzles, but still every day I solve this puzzle that requires me to make something meaningful … Continue reading Puzzles