She was her own hero.
NAMELESS
Thy mistakes cometh and findeth merry before befallen BaalSeared shards of sinister souls seeketh sojourn in saoul;Malady of ill-liveth lives, eternal liveth infernoSilenced in din of the hellish masquerade brawl. Originally posted on Blogger on Oct 05, 2015
FOOTPRINTS ON THE SAND
Close your eyes and see the viewThat light has wielded for you to see,Embrace what your heart beholdsBeyond the foggy sea. Witness the sun rays rip the clouds,And daring gulls measure the endless sky;Where in deep fathoms darkness shrouds,And whales sing lullaby. Feel the wind, feel your spirits roarFill your…
OH! THE PLANETS ARE SO WRONG TO ME
They crossed their paths and drew a lineAnd a line was crumbled in my palm,For what I should make of it?When it is yet to mature!I know not neither love nor pain,Or maybe too drunk to decipherThese were all a mystery to meTill you showed up!Now I know loveNow I…
A LOVE STORY
She travels and would love to travel alone just to gain experiences that money won’t buy her. She is a bit of narcissist because she finds her interesting and a mystery to herself. No matter what she does, she is bombarded with love in one form or the other. May it be a stroke of sunshine on the bottle-green wine bottles in the living room or a breeze that makes her imagination run wild.