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The Lighthouse of My Life

Sometimes

On the darkest of nights

When the rumbling sound

Of unknown fears

Crawl in through the walls of

My half broken mind,

I look out.

Wreckage lies

Afloat on stagnant dreams

And the stench of pain

Clogs my senses :

Till you reach out.

You draw me into your warm space

Like a lighthouse on a cursed night.

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Dynamo

Written by Jaya Pillai

A teacher and a learner - both by passion and profession. Music, cooking, reading, writing, traveling and all kind of creative stuff keep meย  going . You are not likely to catch me in a crowd. Instead, you might find me taking a walk on semi dark eveningsย  talking to the stars or thinking

Precious Moments

Two rhymes of love