someone asked me once while scanning my thin body - ' what do your organs run on?' - i looked into his eyes to catch how unnoticed my soul went by him for he asked me this question. 'poetry' i answered.' it makes me forget my grief and suffering, engulfing my soul with light and fine rain and mist of happiness, peace and love only a few can find. it rebuilts my utterly finished desires to stay alive making my life a little ambrosial. it makes me elysian, for whole.'
- hearing it he looked at me a little puzzled, quite not understanding my words and right there did i conceive , he is not the one for me.
- ANUSHKA.
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PoetryWhen you feel on one understands you and you are someone you don't know - you write. And when you write, you realise how relatable you are to a number of people. ❤️ Searching of something relatable? Just read and let the words tell you, you ain't al...
