After midnight I wake up to my dreams, I wish to live I wish to love. After midnight, I want to be alive again. The dark sky is my home,
By Mansi8 months ago in Poets
There is a sun still beneath the lake, It will rise, at end of this night With a sanguine wave, once again. If I don’t wake when we sail back home,
Grave in the garden of cheery house Drenched in raindrops under a blooming sky. Watches every passer-by To be found this time,
A woman standing on window by herself stare up the sky, she imagine little girl, now turned to star, sniffing at the aged body of her own.
Sorry I couldn’t do it any longer The air was too thick to breathe The sun was too bright to watch the beauty of the sea
By Mansi9 months ago in Poets
Our home is what we see up from a dead sleep, a home that is soft and warm, bright and gentle. Some of us grow into cold embraces and angry memories.
Love is not a garden of roses, it’s a sea. There would be tidal waves that knock you over, avert your path, and sometimes,
Government takes the responsibility for your pregnancy, Roused in the court. The young teenage girl, cried beside her mother
Dear Diary: 22 Feb 3039 Today again I woke up with a heavy feeling in my heart. As if someone was trying to squeeze it from inside and it was swelling in response. I was too tired to get up so I went back to sleep. The sun had just started to show its rays from above the mountains. But two hours later, it was too bright and too noisy to stay asleep, so I had to get up and wish everyone a pleasant morning.
By Mansi9 months ago in Fiction
It is not my day It might be tomorrow Or the day after that. Today I am asleep in my bed And dreaming I am flying Dreaming I can swim.
I have had a severe headache since the moment we boarded the yacht. People were on the beach with family and friends while I was loading a hefty backpack on my shoulders.
A father loves his children just like fire loves wood, he gives them purpose while burning them down. How much it hurts,
