Dedicated to my no.1 favourite author and a good friend of mine. freyaii
Artist underneath her is almost dead,
Colourful memories has began to fade,
Life is nothing now but a mundane of dust,
She began to rust.
Her world is devoid of fresh breeze,
Which had left her heart freeze,
Artistic flare of hers is diminishing,
But her soul is still glistening.
All she need was assurance,
That this situation won't have a recurrence,
Everything is fine,
Don't think just shine.
Life in Fey's stories,
Kept her free from worries ,
Gives her a new hope and light,
Telling her there's no reason to fright.
This is an old work of mine. Something like 3-4 years ago I wrote. That was a very difficult time of my life. But her stories revive my dead spirits--+
Love you Freya.
I was in depression because I have lost interest in my life suddenly but whenever I read hyphenly aka Fey's stories then I still that I'm still alive and artist inside me is not dead but a Phoenix is burning to take flight and touch the blue skies.
Thanks Fey for making such beautiful stories like The BreakUp Expert, DreamWorks and Live A Little.
Your stories made the fangirl in my heart come out.
Best antidepressants are your stories.
Fey hope you like the poem which I dedicate to you.
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Faded Lines
PoetryA book of emotions narrating about the faded lines which are forgotten in the passage of time. A poetic outbrust of encaged feelings I'll post quotes, selfmusings, microtales, poetries written by me from time to time. Updated Twice A Day In short, i...
