An oxymoronic_psyche, who is wandering but not lost.
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Photo by Rafael Serafim on Pexels.com I wish I could write that way I think I wish I could write more about you when I write the way thoughts come gushing down to me every time I think of you and keeps me lingering until I fall asleep everything I try to whelved in my…
Will you join me if I say, I wanna touch the stars? Will you believe me if I say, I have almost healed my scars? Let's see beyond the spectrum, Let's go cross the shore. Let's see what lies over that edge, Let's not keep wondering anymore. I wanna walk over the meadows, I wanna…
Nothings is more beautiful than you, Nothing is more real than your memories. Sometimes I do make a try to not remember our days, But nothings is more worth than living in our past old days... Hiding from the world, When self conscious confronts me, I can't disagree that I wasn't totally right! I thought…
Continue reading ➞ Nothing is more beautiful than your memories.
"The winds blowing my flicks, The day is shining bright, My smile suddenly gets fix, Setting everything alright. Admiring him each day since then, I have made myself so attached to him, He is not aware but still he hold some place in my brain. I know I don't love him, It not either I…
Continue reading ➞ There is that one crush in everyone’s life, they will never forget…
I was busy writting my exams, its was really a good questionnaire which I had done my best in answering all I knew. I was satisfied writting, when suddenly I realized. I had done a big huge mistake in attempting the questions was that section B and section C, haf two different booklets to write…
Darkness prevailing, Hunting within, Grasping the hope, To live anymore... Clouds of thunder, Trumbling the soul, Dying each moment, Swimming to reach the shore... Jump up high, Pulling the fate within, Search in the sky, The morning birds cry... Hiding behind the scenes, Few things are left unsaid, Capturing the best in you, Don't forget…
The fine refine sand spilled over the glass, Hands moving around it painting an life out of . The curls on hair were similar to mine, The face that is carved, resembles mine shot of . Within an instant, the image changed, The hands moved and a face was drawn. It looked similar to my…
Continue reading ➞ A sand art or is it related to my life???
Come die in my lap... come die in my lap. Wanna hold you so tight, That you cant move away from my sight. Come to me, i wanna make love for you, Come to me, i wanna gift myself to you. Just close your eye, Come die in my lap. Just stop your breath, Take…
