Her mind was like a spider web,
full of thoughts entwined,
ideas that sprung up like preys,
got caught up in this vicious web,
Dark as such, even tartarus couldnt compete,
This web that she had woven,
with those unkept promises,
chain of lies,
hopless dreams,
Surrounded with a deafening comly silence,
was now switching its master for its slave,
somewhere inside this mind of hers,
it seems she had lost her own individual self.
- phd
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River of Thoughts
Poetryour mind is like a river, flows constantly, anywhere , everywhere and even dries up sometimes. this book contains my poems, quotes, stupid rambling , thoughts etc. its just a glimpse inside my head. everything wrote in the book is original and i...
