I won't deny what my mind ponders upon...
It's not of physical things that demand attention...
Something intimate, something more deep... brings in the heart- an overwhelming sensation.
Knocking at the heart's door to give eloquence to zipped lips,
Cracking the self that hides within;
The pretentious self made of lies will lead to catharsis one day,
The light of life would start to dim.
This desire, an unprecedented fire,
Would slowly start to ember,
When the hope that one seeks, a need too dire,
Deliberately becomes a false shelter.
~Broken-hearted Beggar
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A LONESOME PATH
PoetryA compilation of emotive and thought-provoking poems, that pull away the veils and facades of what humans put on in front of the world, and pokes and prods at philosophical and societal concepts, mostly ending on a motivating or thoughtful note.
