Tonight it rains, to carry a part of me through layers of pain. The kindgom of sediments that slips and glides between gaps of my finger satires the restless attitude Of the happy seconds.
I decorate flaws in me with colours of a faded mirage. Hoping all visions to be blind, I drown a bit in ignorance I have prayed to the sky to lend me rhymes for once. The sky has asked me to gulf honest alphabets and in the course, if it turns out to be a melody, I won't need readymade rhymes.
I have grown up with an honest climate, in every season of my words. But more often I have found it is a cacophony to the listeners.
I utter no word when a judgement is required. I speak not when a witness is requested. I speak when no one listens 'Cause all truths need not to be voiced. I spill phrases when my words won't hurt 'Cause sometimes honesty is rude.
I speak to myself but sometimes I don't have the courage to listen what's true.
just_narcos@moitreyee Still have a lot to learn from whatever medium I can.. Some of the exceptional writings are presented here and that just had that heart touching factor. ❣ Your feed is one of them. Glad to be here.
just_narcos@moitreyee Ohh damn. Time to change name to nachos. Yeah, your feed is one of them. ❣ Keep writing.