The purpose of the ink and the cut tree logs,
Is art of the mind and science of the being.
Whatever we write is not just our story,
It is the comprehensive existence of life,
Through many souls facing strife,
Many people fighting for their rights.
It is freedom,
It is the voice,
It is the purest form of thought,
It is the purpose for which we have fought.
In between the lines,
And reinforcement of courage,
To look inside and to look outside,
Through the reality blinds.
YOU ARE READING
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...
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