Sometimes all you need is to merely be with the sunflower of a person by the sea under a grey sky that hangs loosely teasing a heavy pour engulfed in the vastness of silence and melt into the ignorance of breathing men trapped in dead bodies. Stolen moments like these are what make life precious. As precious as the comfort of the touch of a lover. A lover lost in romanticising life, seat yourself for a while to be engulfed by nostalgia with people who held pieces of your heart together because life is short but time we have a lot.
A lot lies untold in this city of ours, pick upon them once a while and you'll unfold one of the million beautiful stories our city weaves. Weave webs of time for yourself to merely be with the people you love and those who love you. For when you bid farewell tomorrow, it is through them that you shall dream.
- yuva
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Heartache & Hope
PoesiaA compilation of the experiences I encountered and the emotions I felt on my journey to heal from heartache I the purest vessel of art and expression: poetry.
