particles of me are scattered across the ocean, collect me if you can and hold me in your heart if you must,
but i know you can never do that, we are too weak, humans, we are incapable of capturing her scattered soul…
”
the girl soul
“…her soul shall remain in this world till the last spec of cosmic dust settles upon her grave…”
the girl soul
it scares me sometimes that you know me too well.
“poems don’t just satisfy me, they keep me alive through the thick and thin of my life, saving me like a shell made out of my own skin, harder than any rock, softer than any feather, melodious like the sea breeze, they keep me sane through the realities of life…”
the girl soul
rearing thoughts like pieces of living creatures parts of my soul separated on the loose wandering in different directions unguided, without inclinations or reasons to get lost…
one more day to leave behind with an intellectual note.
it is just essential for me to create what i create for the sake of creation.
“in sleep we realize things we are too scared to think about awake…”
the girl soul
the mundane scares me because i will lose another day to mediocrity forever…
“each verse of a poet is the discovery of an era of feeling, of abstract thought… a beginning of the manifestation of hearts and souls into deeper forms…”
the girl soul
“…and my lips will hold your love forever to come… every drop of dew and rain shall remind me of how we lost ourselves to time, how we grew together into a realm unreal…”
the girl soul
sometimes we forget what precious things we had within till time erodes that space and leaves behind a kind of screaming emptiness bitter than any poison stronger than any death and wiser than any truth…
what artists fail to realize is that they are creating the same truth in different forms again and again and again…
“my words will tell you how strong and weak i am…”
the girl soul
we have several ways of living but just one way of dying…
