Ink blotches slathered on maroon walls,
Crumbles of white carpeting the gray, gloomy floors,
Chunks of coral mirror sprawled as antique showpieces,
Curtains choking the feeble dawn; in love with sunless wind,
I call it my writing nook;
For I root around, searching solitude each day,
In these pages drenched with mute words and inks.
-SAIMA
(Chammi)
Welcome to my writing nook. You shall only find words, broken emotions shattered everywhere and ink blotches. There shall always be some joy as well, in bits and pieces. I am made up of both the devil and angel, so I shall pen down varied hued tales.
YOU ARE READING
Talks with Pen
PoesíaA collection of words into poems, shaped by pen and poured out of heart. "There were none by me, So I took the pen, Scribbled till it had end, The paper heard my laments, Which remained buried and hidden." - S...
