Sometimes it clicks the moment you scroll through
Other times even an hour of staring doesn't get you past square one
Sometimes it's scrawled across pages sloppily
Other times it leaves the mouth faster than one would notice
Sometimes it's someone's story
Other times it's just spiced overthinking
Sometimes it's a relief medium
Other times it's got you clawing at your hair
Sometimes it's sentences and fancy phrases
Other times it's just commas and full stops
Sometimes, it's poetry
Other times, it just is.
-Sowmya Nagory
YOU ARE READING
Small Talk over Tea
Poetry"I made it" was all she etched onto the wall with a heart breaking sigh and a heart clenching smile and she stood there among the crumbling ruins. For, she knew that she could be rebuilt from the tiniest pieces of those remains that lay scattered in...
