Stranded at a juncture
I am stranded at a juncture gravitating towards a thought the likeliness of her. ©boringbug Continue reading Stranded at a juncture
Tag: Poet
Cold
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
Yours Truly
We all are with a war within. With words or thoughts, With adherence or obligations. And while we are busy, Conflicting and compromising, We forget to be.. “myself”. To the world with humans, Don’t bind to abide, Don’t trespass the space around you, You need to believe, You need to cease, You are your own love. You are your own enemy. Let not any, Pass … Continue reading Yours Truly
Debris
My thoughts Were so much farer than one can imagine. It had to be pondered upon. But alas, they are locked up! For other commitments to prioritize. Hopefully, someday this adventure Will be traveled, By breaking all the barriers. Especially those that one can’t foresee. My thoughts are clear When I see the mirror But then I see, I see mask person playing wily. My … Continue reading Debris
रूह (Soul)
रूह भी तेरी अक्स भी तेरा इल्म भी तेरी रुख ये मेरा जान गवारा राहगुज़र। ©boringbug Literal translation: The soul is yours so is the shadow, the enmity but directed at me. ©boringbug Continue reading रूह (Soul)
Lean on me
Would you lean on me? When I stumble down. Would you lean me? When I break down. I am on an empty road, With lights above me, I am on an empty road, With darkness that follows. I held on every flower, That eventually turned decay, At least to me from the view I tried to dismay. I held on to every light, But alas, … Continue reading Lean on me
