Petrichor
The station was bustling as usual The train was crowded than usual. I boarded the bogie quickly And rushed to my seat hastily. Slowly chugged...
Emotions
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Freeing Space
my feet no longer ask me permission to stroll around exhaustingly aware of storms brewing in my head wanting to scream into silence my thoughts...
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Unheard Voices
The kicks in the womb, Eager to jump out To the mother’s bosom. The urge of an infant, Whose lovely eyes Yearn the father’s arms....