Lucid Waves – Kinjal Parekh

The night light casts it’s way
No light offered to my grave,

Bully

Originally posted on three thousand worlds:
Ignorant to the sunrise and the flower’s bloom, As the world around you sinks in gloom,…

It isn’t really The End – Kinjal Parekh

May be, forgetting is the proof that
the room of faith, hope and magic is powerful enough to let a miracle happen.
May be the torn pages were just pages