It has to be a beginning as a start of something
Where once a change can churn the entire postures of delicate life
It has been easy to hold; whereas same as , to carry
But the Responsibilities just express it all
How can we be familiar with the ongoing ephemeral turns ?
It has been a passage of being just a younger defined version.
Well, there are rays, that you keep within whereas some has been a little Glimpse
Walking with loneliness is the gift that is basically seen as unseen.
Little my nerves break by tearing me down
It has been as slow as a plain yet lane ground
Searching for hope is yet on my way to explore
It sets to be a belief, in the power of Being alone and shed the crystal clear, tears more
It has been a hidden blessing or more of a curse
It has been on the ways, little no one could be able to hear
Those footsteps which are unfamiliar now,
It could win the everlasting battle of masters,
It's a vow of renewal
Struggling one's own Worth..
Let it be defined, straight,
Just don't ask me how !
Hope can't be described as a meaning among many of the literate folk
It has been a matter of fact, that has been Universal, yet seems as one of the dangerous stroke
It has been set in my own vision, might be I aren't right
Still the search of hope would be on the way to define,
and if it isn't,then too It's fine.
Searching for hope is explosively great and wander full of journeys
Holding the upcoming breath every while and gliding once again
It would be focused on the lost expressive yet diminishing soul.
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Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words
PoetryIt's a Collection of Short Poems. Feelings speaks in Darkness This book Comprises of Those Pretty Scars which are left Unsaid.. Unspoken... they do mean a lot yet they doesn't define. These scars are pretty It's bleeding yet beautiful !! This is my...
