We live
dying too many times along the way
Trivial deaths
one upon another till the biggest one we face
We die
To live
Another breathe , another story to be written
It's weird isn't it ?
Perhaps painful and contradicting
But beautiful all the same.
YOU ARE READING
Nirvana
PoesíaShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
