Hello from the writer
Who inscribes few words
They are simple
But somehow, they still hurt
He thought to himself
While writing some new ones
He says to himself looking in his thoughts
While struggling with the meanings
Like searching for water in a drought
He can write things that don’t mean anything
But it will be understood
“I was drowning, while breathing the air” he said
Wrong in many ways but it still showed what he meant
While writing this new verse
He smiled on the simplicity of his work
But he felt proud sharing it in his own words
He continued while writing the new ones
He wrote the lines with tears
He filled the words with warmth
He left the spaces for the breaks
He ended them with the magical wand
This is what writing meant to him
It showed exactly what he conveys
They were not complex
Which sometimes made the truth,
In silence, slowly fading away……..
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Author:
Harshit (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 23rd, 2023 22:51
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Comments3
"He wrote the lines with tears
He filled the words with warmth"
i love these lines there relatable, keep writting
Good one dear poet…keep penning
Amazing ❤️
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