Wreath of wrong deeds,
honouring the evil.
A deep rift,
thunder in it,
drifting to the right
then the left,
heavy footed,
shredding cries,
when clouds fight,
worsening the plight
of the skies.
©songbriti
A Glimmer of Hope
From endless conversations to awkward silences, we have come a long way. We made ourselves believe that this is it and those forced smiles and formalities now act as radical activists of maturity, suppressing the voice of our hearts. Defying the gravity of good times and what had been so special, I walk on the concrete road, that has become an anchor to the deserted garden of wilted moments. The solitary confinement that I find at night is brimming with fogs of abysses overpowering the faith I had in the strength of our connection. I have so much to say to you, but if I were to make a choice of summing it up to you, I would say "I miss you." It is as simple as that, I miss you because I have travelled miles of treasured times with you. I have laughed out loudly in your company, without being concerned about the world that was asleep. I have shared the tiniest details of my life and the most dreadful nightmares with you. I haven't learnt to fabricate the care I have for y...
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