Lay Back and Chill
Lay Back and Chill In a world That shouts and screams “Hustle! Hustle! Hustle! Do not be ashamed Of giving yourself time Lay back and chill. Staying in a family
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Lay Back and Chill In a world That shouts and screams “Hustle! Hustle! Hustle! Do not be ashamed Of giving yourself time Lay back and chill. Staying in a family
/ɡraʊnd/ verb: 1. prohibit or prevent from flying. They ask me to “keep my feet on the ground” Be shy about being appreciated Lest I’ll be too confident I’ll be
Eyes closed, I was asleep. And in my sleep i heard the door fly open. Bang! My eyes flashed wide awake “Who is it?” I stuttered in fear Half audible,
I’d rather trace my fingers Through the map You drew on me last time Than wait for you To miss them again. I’d rather mark My own territories Than wait
Like thoughts post mid night The fables flow Praising someone, something, or somewhat Who knows? Immortal, unseen, and abstract Like a ghost Omnipresent, controlling, and uppity A mad dictator or
Delirium – A Vague World of Existence Definitions Certainty And Facts Spending days deriving meaning Out of absolute nonsense Living life as an inquisition Every other opinion – an offence.
Incertitude The love that was And the love that is The days that have passed The chances that went amiss Hours running fast Minutes that standstill The ever-blowing breeze And
बारिश की बूंदें जैसे चाहत एक नई आंसुओं से आँखें भरी भरी खिड़की पर मैं खड़ी राह को ताक रही बारिश सी ये आस बड़ी ठंडक भी दे और बाढ़
I have been up all night Listening to squabbles of those mistreated Misheard and misunderstood. I scrolled down the feeds Reading of battles won By the independent and the strong.
I Love A Woman I know a woman She lives across the street. She has slender waist and bony hip Long legs but little feet. Her lips are soft like