My words brew a cold stillness,
In the mornings when I am sore,
As insomnia scares away my sleep,
And insecurities cripple my legs,
I drip onto parchments made of skin,
My blood, my sweat and the ink in the color of my eyes,
I find you in my kingdoms of prosperity,
As reality burns me down…….

Powerful Harsh! It’s just wow!🤩
How have you been doing?
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Thank you so much Nawaz. 😇 Main kafi sahi. Tum kaise?
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Kaafi sahi?
Me mast…office redesign ho gya?
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Han yaar chal rha uska kaam. Abhi at work bhi kafi kaam aa gya. Toh managing sab kuch. 😅
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Hahaha! Bahut maze kar liye….kaam karo ab🤭🤭
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Hahaha. Next week phir off by the way 😅😝
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Maze hai aapke khali…kitni breaks milte aapko….girlfriend theek aapki? Ghar me sab kaise?
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Done
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Gripping images and metaphors, Kumar! Love your poem. ❤ Take care!
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Wonderfully knit emotions expressed so very powerfully!Keep it up dear!
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life is a blusterous chain of events and poem is chilling Harsh.💖
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