SCENE BEHIND THE GIFT
A horrifying tide -
That forced to shut the world...
That shattered each corners of the world...
Carried a gift for me -
That hide the expresser of emotions...
That curtains the weaker emotions...
It's a savior of mine -
Turning the teary eyes unnoticeable
By soaking them before rolling...
Turning a breakdown unnoticeable
By hiding the lips curving..
It's a gift called 'mask'
That sketches a stronger version of self..
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TANGLES OF AGE
PoetryThe pages of this book cage the lines of some poems. Those yarns of lines get tangled with the turns of each page according to the passing age of the poet - "How our age snatch us towards the infinite concentric circles of our thoughts... How we get...
