Your goodbye
Is the clouds moving in
The sun eclipsed
The stars never out
The moon packed up
When you leave it mysteriously feels
Like we’re living under different skies
Your goodbye
Is the clouds moving in
The sun eclipsed
The stars never out
The moon packed up
When you leave it mysteriously feels
Like we’re living under different skies
Just Write
A Mystical World
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.
You're Worth It.
Sporadic randomness from a disheveled mind.
Utopian World
Tumse Na Ho Payega
Excellent imagery. Reminds me of young love. 🙂
Thank you. Young love, yes. That’s a feeling I could hold onto forever!
Absolutely. 🙂
Oh, happy. The world is bright and filled with light when there is a post from you. Divine!! 🔆
That’s far too generous and kind, but thanks! 🙂
Well I don’t think it is (too…)! :)) Love your poetry. It’s among my very favourite few. 💛
Oh, thanks again! 🙂
Goodbyes move our stars and everything with it.. Nicely expressed
You’re absolutely correct. Thanks for leaving some words!