Finding peace (Remove filter)
A tryst with self
Ages ago, God got bored.
He may have wanted some thrill,
And he created what we call human beings today.
Centuries went by and God realised
He'd spoiled his creation with excessive liberty.
And to me it seems that the world we live in today,
May be the most spoilt edition of us.
The biggest gift God could give us-
-While he created the world; was conscience.
And that's...
Sunday 5th December 2021 1:10 pm
Breaking free
Help me, to make it out alive
Help me, to live it out in quite
Help me, to hold my tongue without a bite
Help me, to get peace inside.
You said it's upto you,
Never ever thought how I can manage to,
Need some peace need some time,
Blown myself getting on mine.
"Peace out", "Peace out" was your words,
Getting frustrated was I curse.
Now keep your promise help...
Monday 14th September 2020 6:18 pm
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