About the lost smiles
About the carefree quietness
About those misplaced thoughts
And that feeling of just being together
I would write.
For me, for this naive girl within
I would write.
I would write.
For the unnecessary dejection
I would sit down in solitude and write.
For the falling of bricks
And not being able to put them back,
For all the sad things this world offers
I would write.
And head back to where I started.
From where the picture looked pretty
No lost smiles, no misplaced thoughts
Pure love. Sweet love.
About this,
I would write.
Because at the end
When all the wrong is done
I shall come back to read
How the things turned right.
Because at the end
When all the wrong is done
I shall come back to read
How the things turned right.
Writing does heal. The best way to feel light and at peace. Loved this piece :)
ReplyDeleteThanks love!
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Was able to connect a lot! Beautiful lines :)
ReplyDeleteFirst things first, welcome here Gayathri :)
DeleteIt feels really good when a reader is able to connect with my thoughts. Thank you!
Writing is survival. Its my medicine, my drug. That's all one needs to heal.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Vinati! :)
Yes, exactly. :)
DeleteThanks!
lovely! keep writing!
ReplyDeleteThank you.. :)
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