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

Love

You were meant to fly love, but all you did, is wither and die. (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

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