In that lonely hour,
When my soul becomes a wanderer.
Wandering over thoughts
Wandering over roads asking their stories,
Wandering through the memories which make me happy and sad,
My mind knows no bounds of understanding,
I have no inhibitions,
Just free conscience.
The darkness out somehow brings in the light,
The light of awareness,
The light of openness,
And the light of happy pasts
Which make me hope for happy futures.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...