My thoughts,
weigh me a ton.
They keep running ,
wilder with each 'tic toc.
Aching for access to restricted areas , trying to touch unattainable topics.
A wanderer, they shape me into.
Knocking me out
Pushing me down
Lifting me up to grow
Judge not my age but way of thinking,
Judge not my face but how I managed to keep going after what I've gone through
Judge not by what you think you know.
Judge not, just hear me
At least for once ,
I beg you.
-26.8.18
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Nirvana
PuisiShe 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...
