Light is not so bright after all,
when everywhere there's darkness and woeful plight,
I would better stay in anonymity
and see the demons fight,
i am better a dead poet,
a vagabond and lost kite.
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I always wanted to fly, staring through the windows when the birds flew out of the guava tree, or the pigeons gurgled in our neighbo...
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When the morning rays touched her insomniac eyes, she was still awake. At a corner of her bed, she lay with the right hand on her forehead a...
6 comments:
lost things have their own story to tell.. that is what is most amazing about them... don't know why .. loved this composition...
sometimes when one is lost... they get a better direction..
keep writing..
loved this one, too..
I am a fan of the first line
ohh..pessimism again...
killing the light too..??
darkness at its height
just a suggestion..
in the 2nd line,'when' wud b a little more apt than 'where' since when can imply the time and place as well.
thanks, ur suggestions accepted, I have already made the changes...
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