I may be the shiny stone;
Still live deep down all alone.
I may be preciously owned;
But dont have any value of my soul.
I be like the Shepherdess sheep;
Dreams of whom are much far deep.
Somtimes I feel like a raging storm;
Caged in a corked bottle.
Eager to shatter its walls;
And Ready to battle.
I am having the senseless fears ;
Smiles covering the ignorant tears.
Freedom flashing out of lights;
Even feelings have lost senses.
Meaning of my unspoken words;
just made an another turn.
I think I am the untouched muse;
Ink of that useless pot which is never used.
I have lost the shine of my face;
Which is kept now in a wodden case.
Making my own shell fade ;
But still.......
I will be the pearl of that shell!!!
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PoesieSometimes words can not define what we actually want to say, time passes and the love for the person we really care for, turns into a new phase. A phase which takes us to a whole new place which is far away from this world, where everything seems to...
