Maze
The patterns of our fingertips
Form unsolved mazes,
Like network of thoughts in my head.
But, they trap me so hard
That every turn I take,
The more I explore this labyrinth, the more I get lost.
Both of them are different for everyone
But, when the art on our fingers is unique,
Why can't our thoughts be the same?
Why is everyone thought the same thing and expected to understand it the same way?
Are we different people on the inside but the same on the outside?
~ Khyati
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Window To The Soul
PoetryTired of looking for poems when feeling inspired? Want something to read in the middle of the night? Well you have come to the right place! These poems were written by me, when sleep failed to show up. Give it try! Happy reading!
