The heat had started melting off the skin,
As the flames fed on her bones,
The memories, photographs and the days so good,
Mortal is body, maybe the mind,
Play games in times likes these,
You become strong,
Hold off some tears,
Maybe they are in a better place,
As dust covers up what’s left,
And you try to find someone that existed till now,
Maybe the body is mortal,
Or the universe unsettled,
How else would the Sun,
Die to see,
Earth Be born again,
Everyday……
Wonderful poem Bhai…
And the ending connected with the title brilliantly! 🙂
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Kaisi lgi bhai. Pehle I was thinking ji zyada negative hi rhi hai. But phir bhi I went with it.
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How can an expression be positive or negative until and unless it’s something untrue and hurtful…
Glad you went with it! 🙂
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It’s not*
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Oh god, previous one made total sense.. lol
I am such a mess. Haha
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A sorted mess. 😉
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Wah bhai kya Jawab hai. Thanks bhai. 🙂
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I’m touched by your brilliance 😍
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Wow Ma’am you made my day. 🙂
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