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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 …

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I Choose Love!

I was on a midnight stroll when I came across the doomed cracks in my castle. They were long, tracing the length of each magnificent wall, running around the deep carvings, distorting the beauty to their taste. Their taste- bitter taste; And I, for the longest time, seemed to have given into it- given into …

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 …