Diverse Colour of 'life'
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Ongoing, First published Nov 12, 2020
'i have emotions too and you ought to know'

'you can't expect me to be gay and cool all time'

'it hurts to say that I have rewritten our story'
I am evil, the hostile and you are the protagonist, perfect and fair.
happy enough- smirk

'I thought we were friends, you made me envious...our relation broke'


'I learnt to withstand and now it's a habit and it hurts no more'

'Collected the mess and stood- it made me Queen instead of a burro' 

'I knew life will deceive me but I will learn the cure it first '


Colours of poetry in the form of the aesthetic wordplay. You will find yourself amidst all the words and you will be living in it. 
The shadow that haunted all of us and how we tackled it and how the struggle process goes through are being bled by my pen. 

You will certainly encounter the ways to escape and evade from the tormenting feelings and wounded emotions and SMILE again as you did as a child with a rattle.
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