This week, I'm publishing the poems.

Written in silent corridors, quiet sunny morning, and more.

This week, I decided to speak about stuff I did in quiet corridors, sunny mornings, cloudy evenings, and the things I saw around me, which slowly turned into poetry in my eyes and poems in my pages.

There are times,

when the heart races,

faster than the wind.

Only to cause destruction

over creation.

~Time

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The urge in me to find peace,

In the world of chaos.

While my heart,

Desperately hopes to get a rest,

Still, my legs run behind,

The hopeless drama.

~ situation.

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The days passed in silence.

Began to wake at last,

As one stirs from a haunting nightmare.

The thorns of roses,

Can’t defend a gentle heart,

When all it bloomed from sorrow.

~ birth of sorrow.

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The fastest wind,

whispered the shadowed lies.

The deepest ocean

wept with buried words.

And, still, the passing clouds

refuse to hear them.

~ Just like people.

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Until then,

Have a warm day!