How exhausted she was Her bones felt like they were made of glass, Shattering as soon as the walls were down. Yet the cold facade never wavered Yet it didn’t stop her As she unleashed herself Her eyes piercing Her lips turned into a sly smirk Was it the dagger or the sword? Or wasContinue reading “Shattering”
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Unnamed.
The swift drizzle and the howling wind, Changed its path towards the wailing weak, As the charred trees swayed, Sometimes I wonder, if it was worth the wait. The one who walked for miles, Wearing the same black robe And following the pleading cries The one who made the entire world shudder, And gave nightmaresContinue reading “Unnamed.”
Down the Road
When you look down the road, you see a girl; Wearing a flannel along with black jeans and huge headphones hanging on her neck, Whistling as she goes, pondering about what lay ahead. I am that girl, When you look down the road, you see a girl Wearing all black and huge glasses with booksContinue reading “Down the Road”
The First Rain
The first drop drips on a leafThe sky and the land meet,The smell of wet grass and mudThe beautiful growing bud,All feels the magicalWith the first rainHot cup of tea and a book by your side,When the clouds fill the sky,Drip-drip it rains,Doesn’t stop till days,All feels the magicalWith the first rain
Concrete Jungle
Running for the buck, Betrayal follows along On the path of the concrete jungle You can get lost You will the reach the heights, Build a mansion in the sky, Look down and you will find thousands struggling, Waiting and waiting to stop failing, On the path of the concrete jungle You will get lost
Eunoia 