Broken and lost
away from you
In these sands
That rest down like our relationship.
the wind of fortune
Imitating the angels,
It rises again the silent sands.
I try again to stay away.
So I stain these winds,
With memories of my broken heart.
And restless sand hence gets heavy
It gently kiss and establish
Again on the same ground.
Whooping down in my own senses,
I pick the sands up in my fist
I shriek as loud as I can…
May be this way I get rid
of ‘you’ left in me
But I don’t know why…
Whenever this sand
slips from my fingers
It always write
Yeah… I know
I haven’t got 1 million…
Or I am the greatest blogger
But I was thinking about you people 🙂
I was thinking,
How difficult is it to start moving things
How… Static friction is the most difficult to overcome
It is not that today I have nothing to write,
But you are the first bricks of the house I dream
Right now, I have 46 followers.
I don’t know where I’ll reach with you tomorrow…
But I promise to amaze you… Hammer you
Give you the feels that you need to be better every single time!
Thanks for being with me on the most rough and on the enlightened days too
Invite the folks and keep learning with me
Have a great life ahead 🙂
Yes, some pages are delight,
And a pen is polite,
Give his feelings a flight,
Let the writer write 🙂
As he glows with such a light,
Enlightens the dark- his bright,
Let his notions excite,
Let the writer write. 🙂
Have a good day writers!