Walking from the nests..

I peeked through the holes..

Distant was the ocean..

Down were the rivers..

Sky was beautiful and blue..

Sober were my desires..

Slowly I raised my wing..

I saw it filled with scars..

Didn’t I tell you this..

These scars are from my wars..

Yet again no worries..

I would reset myself to fire and crackers..

I started flying into the sky..

The wind terrorized me with its whoomps..

Yesterday, I fell into the river..

I was taken away by the waves..

But today, I resisted to pass it..

I will fly until my body tires...

Each day I defeat something new..

I will get near to my goals…

Time is not the parameter that decides my destiny…

I will try until my soul retires…

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Writing is not a skill acquired through practice. Not for us, at least. Writing is a phenomenon that occurred to us when we wanted to shout our thoughts out. It occurred when our brains formed a labyrinth of thoughts with no way out. Only way was to break the walls, the walls we constructed in our minds. The walls which stopped us from letting ourselves out. We broke the walls using the most mightiest weapon, the pen. Writing was our way out of that maze. Words and sentences flowed like a stream of some river, which consisted of A2Z instead of H2O. Soon the river filled the brain and the labyrinth was not visible anymore. 

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    1. Thanks for this gesture, Andrew! We’d love to continue writing poems! That’s one area we can assure you of expertise 🙂 Thanks for your comment. It means a lot! And we hope you follow our posts and let us know how you feel just like you did now!

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