Behind These Neat Mask of Mine | Poetry

Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Veins and miles Of veins all over, Carrying bloods Of all kind. Where does it reach I wonder, That begins at the center And prolongs all over. Behind these neat Mask of mine, It’s a mess of a Different kind. Should I…

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Inktober + Poetry #2: Mindless

These mindless rambles that inadvertently jump off the tongue, could they hold the secrets of our hearts? These mindless rambles about that we cannot stop, the convoluted awareness we fail to comprehend, and the inexplainable connection we come across – unwarranted mostly. These mindless rambles, could they hold the secrets of our hearts? I love…

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