FRAME Don’t become my ‘Truth’ When life is telling me lie Just spill little drink And see! How cornered actually Life is I paint the pain But it sticks to the brushes Still holds me. Shining on the paper Over the easel trying to tell I am bound to happen Don’t frame me. Scattered colours on the floor Now utter no more Holding palette At the door I realise painting reflects What I want to see on the wall. Smriti Thakur
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Light was passing through the dark chambers of life as if it were about to open the secrets that were hidden from sight. The water was flowing like a hope The submerged stones seemed to set the tone of life And I stood right there to see that What cost it would take to cross a seemingly ordinary life. Smriti Thakur
TRUTH Truth A biggest lie in itself. Visible in Invisible, Invisible in Visible, When try to search Results in, escaping errors. Maths fails to calculate Science to prove. Literature is its surrogate mother,While Seems to be playing in the location of geographers. It is the place in the World Map GPS failed to track. SMRITI THAKUR
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