I have come to pray again!

To us writersa blank paper is like a shrineand our hearts are the offering We tread linesbleeding,our pens lead the way We write to plead our truthsbut human minds are delusional-to them,our misery is poetry! I said too much,bared too deep-the world grew tired; People told me to weep somewhere elsehad I not wept enough!Worse?I …

Lie

Pluck threads from the skyand weave clouds that rain stardust; Hold voids captivedecorate themand sell them in the name of love;Master disguise despise the truth;ditch the moonreach for the stars;sing for the ruthless, in the name of ruth- Lie. Lie until you know no faithLie until the world loses faceLie until you can no more, …

The Moon

I had sworn. I had sworn I will never write about the Moon.  It did. It made me gasp at its beauty each time I looked at it; filled me with endearing wonderment for the silver it spilled; had me looking for a braveheart who had the courage to bring it down for me; I kept …

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