The diary

There was truly something magical about this antique shop. I walked through the door and couldn’t believe my eyes. There was a book, a diary per se. A peculiarly beautiful diary with leather bound hardback consisting of creamy papers yellowed a little by age. A kind of book that must have existed for about twenty…

Depth

There’s something in it,The depth of those eyes,I know not,the serenity or wisdom,the coveted emotionsflowing in the river of thoughts,the sky hue, the shades of green,or an oceanic drop,I know not.But it is there,a fleeting soul empoweredfrom her past, a glint in the eyea smirk of cleverness,seeping warmthbehind the shyness,but it is there,something in the…

Covet

I lay afloat in the covet of my emotions, basking in the glory of my thoughts,blossoming like a flower nurtured within. (c)boringbug

Light

Looking in hindsight, the world looks jumbled, as I glance over my shoulder the shadows loom, aware not that I am the light they so desperately seek. (C)boringbug

Trust

In you, I shall trust,but would thou trust me back? (c)boringbug

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