The Calm
After the storm,
We realise the things we lost,
Not those we didn’t.
Some roads in life lead to unending misery;
It becomes a comfortable darkness;
You end up sacrificing your life for someone else’s dream.
A monochromatic soul, in a world of grey, Tries to dance, to shuffle, in their own way. Conversations swirl, but they cannot see…
Read MoreI miss those days when I loved being alone,
Away from the chaos, away from the rush,
Living with the serenity of my soul.
They ask me why I am so quiet, But that’s what a person does when her words are not heard. What kind of world is this?
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