Where I live all my fantasies & aspirations,
Where I sail through all my fears and deprivations,
Where I am the protagonist,
Where I make his life a living hell,
Where I am love,
Where I am hatred,
Where I love peace and make war.
Where I exist in every phrase,
Yet not directly in meanings,
There is where I dwell,
In between those lines not literally,
In between those spaces and commas silently.
I am, the soul of the story that transiently lives,
I am, the body that holds the swords of my convictions,
I am a writer,
I live in my words.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...