Trust
In you, I shall trust,but would thou trust me back? (c)boringbug Continue reading Trust
Tag: Poet
Words (शब्द)
Burnt to the coretwisted, directed, and anchored, the words remain protected in my thoughts,for they touch your soul not the greed. राख रुखमहफूज़ हैखयालों में,मखमय मेहरूफशब्द है मेरे,मलमय नहीं। ©boringbug Continue reading Words (शब्द)
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
Seven sisters
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
Aftermath
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
Corpse
In the seriousnessI looked aroundthe corpses fatiguedin a smileenraged within. (c)boringbug Continue reading Corpse
Light of the day
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
A Touch Of Darkness
It isn’t always that I post about demons or negativity. In fact, my write-ups barely consist of a tone of darkness. Neither do I post or write to cater to any specific set of audience, nor do I intend to please a set of belief. It is a constant battle to challenge my innate thoughts, to embrace cultures and ideologies I haven’t had the privilege … Continue reading A Touch Of Darkness
