It has been long since i wrote something and i was lying on my bed with my blanket on my feet looking at the brown peak that i see through my window. It looked great with the sun shining and giving it a slight golden shade. The writer in me awoke and i felt i need to start once again.
So i thought why not begin with words from someone close. why not resuscitate it with my sister's words. I had a conversation with my sister and i asked her for her verses and scribbles as i had read a piece before and i loved it and so i got one from her diary, a small but beautiful one.
let it be a good beginning.
From my sister's diary,
So i thought why not begin with words from someone close. why not resuscitate it with my sister's words. I had a conversation with my sister and i asked her for her verses and scribbles as i had read a piece before and i loved it and so i got one from her diary, a small but beautiful one.
let it be a good beginning.
From my sister's diary,
World of Dreams
By Sheza Shareef
Top at the mountainalone she lieswhispering to the windsweet wishes she has.
nature embraces, snow kissesRain showers, its all her wishes.heart blossoms like flowerhands welcome her love.cracked the heart,wishes flowshackles build up,dreams blow.her body starts movingto behold her inner strengthher heart starts weepingfor she failed to hold breath.mind probes here and thereheart urged all through her.but the wall has risen upmaking her fall from atop.far away the wall,her soul liestop at the mountain side.wall of dream,made her voidworld of dream, took her away.here in this world alone she liesaway from the world of dreams.
Who now has unravelled a mini Shelley in me gets all the credit....
ReplyDeleteI cherish this new feeling of acknowledging my writing...
Feeling Goood :-)
Congratulate to you for this beautiful work. Spill it out again.
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