The story must not End here. It has something to say To learn and to teach. To explore the paths Hides from ignoring mind. It may happen I hurt While reaching my Dream Fall back and apart Absolute at the nearness of it. All I know is that The story does not end here. It has something... Believing in the hidden secrets Just give a person a reason to live. Folding beauty, in the hard shell Give a chance to know the necessity of it.
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Ohh its simply beautiful blow the hardest moments in unsettled manner u never know ,the thread that drag you, In splitting travels. never control those uncertain versions that buried in heart from past years it's tuned sometimes on deafen ears that fails to listen melodies rings stick fails to spark crisp matches but, sometimes it manages to fire woods in river rousing angels in the hell of heaven man sometimes find light, in the darkest hours
[?] Life! A beautiful name it is Watching you From the doors, You shut behind. Scratching pictures You had teared, in the hard times . Burning like a darling candle She injures you, Inside Leaving its prints on the drak side One can only see With closed eyes. Hard to understand She tangles person, i n a straight line. Dividing them by a single digit Makes Life An Error Line. People say, they saw her In Palm lines But I see her In an infantile smile. SMRITI THAKUR
Realisation ... with my heart! Desperate to feel the same On your part. I know something is missing But not so far. Just hold my hand That erase the lonesome past. Waiting, so long, Hiding, the core, That is blossom In the corner of my heart. Look! how sudden is the move. You pick me up And throw, like I was The trash of your path. Now it seems ok. Lamp can not be lit In the mid of dark, That fails to lighten the darker path. SMRITI THAKUR
TWO BUDS Two Buds, may seem apart In the core, they blossom Like a lovely Flower. Now it returns In her abandoned branch Liven it's leafs That shattered, in the past. Those same Benches Repeating it's wonderful hours That lies hidden In your absenting Months. You Cheers, You Enjoy, Moments, Never find in the Foreign Land. Idiotic, Mischievous talk You 'll going to feel beside On the Land calling, Ireland. May God Nurture This Elvish Soul. That is actually Pious and Wonderful, Seeming Hard core. SMRITI THAKUR
Take Rest! Take Rest! O My Weary Soul. Lay head Under the Mild Shadow That bears World's Scorn Since so Long. Dive so deep That disconnects Long connections Drown hard That fails Rescue operations. It's the time of dark Where need of light Has no part. Just go away And take refuge! Where life starts. SMRITI THAKUR
Lonesomeness, Sometimes hard to bear. Stop tears, falling like river. how can one console or salve the wound burning in the open air. Oftentimes, there is no need to take dry woods To lit wild fire Wetting leafs time and again led to destroy The Dense Forest. The condition is I no longer see blossoming flower In Spring. and leafs start to fall in the rejuvenating Din.