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Chaos | Details | Poetry
Sometimes, I write poetry. No big heartbreak story, not a sad sob story, nothing fancy really. I find talking like two parallel lines running together but never connecting at any point. While poetry crosses minds, it stays, few simple choice of words can do the magic. I found the calm in poems.
Sun and her children
Here, let me paint a picture. It is a slow winter morning and you are lazy-ing in your bed while some soft sunrays manage to peep in...
You
'Tell me something about yourself' could possibly be the hardest question of all time. All I know about myself is a perception that I...
Everytime.
Here is one for us. We women! … Every time our skin glowed a little brighter, Every time we dared to fly a little higher, Every time we...
Bottles & Icarus
Greeks have one of the greatest collections of mythology. It was for a design project that I started reading the stories Greeks had. Out...
Tiny details we miss out everyday like looking at yourself in the mirror, feeling the warmth of the morning sunrays or even the void that your minds dives into inspires me everyday. Poetry is nothing but the beauty of details that a person sees and chooses to write about.
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