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I feel the need to write
Pen down my thoughts,
But words evade me
And i scramble around.
My emotions are held within
Tearing at me from every corner
Reminding me time and again
About instances i’d rather forget.
But that nagging doesn’t stop
And trying to shove it back down
Only aggrevates it further.
So i need to let go,
Let it float out and manifest itself into redundency.
Unscrambling through the stored memories
Brings nostalgia
Probibing me to go back
To live in those days of utter and pure joy
To freeze in time.
But that is the past,
The past gnawes at you
Gives rise to emotions
Emotions for which i have no words to describe
And so i look towards the future
In the hope
That it might be nothing, yet everything like the past…
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Golden Hues
شِعرI've come to realise that I can express my emotions through words better than actions, be it anger or love, joy or sadness. I am not sure if everyone would be able to relate to my poems but even if it touches you in any tiny way possible, I'm glad I...
