Inktober + Poetry #6: Husky
Inktober + Poetry #5: Build
The first dreams were built out of lego, casted over plastic base they seemed impervious. The real ones are built out of bricks, casted over impermeable plans they seems feeble than ever. Shall we go back to the lego days, when minds were still plastic, but will, inexorable.
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Inktober + Poetry #3: Bait
Bruises are like baits, opening up wounds from the start. Or why should each of them be bandaged? Or why should they send down shrills of pain, always. Inktober with digital ink with a twist of poetry.
Read MoreInktober + 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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