Our story,
Like a voice in the backdrop,
Stayed stifled,
Only yearning to become audible.
Our story,
Like the incomplete rainbow,
Tried shining over canvas of our lives,
Only dimming with the other sun shining.
Our story,
Like an incomplete book,
With pages torn out,
Only whispers of words remaining.
Our story,
The ephemeral dew,
Lived in time for a blink,
But in my heart, it stays on.
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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...
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