
Memory
There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you astray through the waves of my memory. ©boringbug Continue reading Memory
There are some words inside of me, folded in a corner, unknown to others. Keen observation and perception seeing through the gauge of confidence as I see you astray through the waves of my memory. ©boringbug Continue reading Memory
Longing ahead, a stride of time, leaping through the seven hills, braving the currents, here I sit on the edge of paradigm. (c)boringbug Continue reading Seven sisters
There are hopes and dreams speechless talks it may be, not bound by blood, for it’s not a test but revenge of mine in the aftermath. (c)boringbug Continue reading Aftermath
In the light of the day, in the chirping wind, the dark alleys glow in the warmth of a firefly Noble souls surround me laden in bed, surrounded by dreams of heaven; I reckon, the day it may not the light may still be, for stood surrounded we were in the dancing hallways; as melody travelled through the air. A wind of nostalgia hit upon … Continue reading Light of the day
And at times these thoughts Are caught up and held. At times these are bizzardly arduous. Why cant it be simple and sober? Why it has to be knotted all over? As much as I try, to let it go. As much as I want, the feelings to flow. They keep knocking My brains out They keep spacing My heart throughout. ©freak_sneha You may reach … Continue reading Tangled
This post is very close to me. After hearing/reading about the on going rape incidents I, as a women, as a daughter and as a mother feel so terrified to even step out. The irony is, we are left to be caged and the monsters are left out to hunt.
The society we live in, leaves us helpless. Continue reading ENDURANCE
In this lost lost world We look for some solitude An escape from roles and noise An escape to somewhere like paradise We often wear different masks in mundane We play roles we seldom want to sustain. And then there is a day Where we open the doors Only to set ourself free Physically and mentally And in an instance You find yourself a little … Continue reading Being Soulless
And suddenly it all seems cold, The fire within untold. The thoughts that took flight, The eyes locked tight. All I wanted, Someone to hold. But my heart there, fleetingly stilled. My hopes I see Lost unwilling killed. ©freak_sneha Continue reading Cold