Time, you never spare
You heal or you bare
But it’s not that you be the same
Now and then
Only you move towards the age.
Where you keep the silent tear
During the ocean of fear
Keep my little drops of zest
to heal me
Or to bear.
Time, you never spare
You heal or you bare
But it’s not that you be the same
Now and then
Only you move towards the age.
Where you keep the silent tear
During the ocean of fear
Keep my little drops of zest
to heal me
Or to bear.
That dark night
When stars refused to shine
The sparkle of your eyes
Chose to lighten me
There was something
Which I couldn’t find
Oh, a little spark
Are you love or lie?
Life gives us many things. Some are always a mystery. When you find something on your trouble you do not understand them whether those are for you or against you.
What do you think about it? Have you ever thought that sometimes you are unable to find whether it is love or lie?
Hope shouldn’t die
If you want to fly,
To touch the sky
With your soul.
Who knows you?
Nevermind.
Wings that come
From your sanity
You know
There is something
Who drags you
To the mud
But if you see
A little sapling
Always looks up,
Though it knows
The sky never comes to it
Still, it grows
Looking up the high.
Never claim it as poetry just I am trying to express my thoughts poetically.
I am hopeful. Looking up the high. Miles to go and lets hope never die.
Welcome, 2021.
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