Don't lose yourself to someone! ©Ngb

Ngb

Most Peaceful place ©Murali

Murali

Good Nature ©Murali

Murali

Want to be like a butterfly, flying beneath an open sky, Playing with flowers, messing with insects, clearly my rivals. I will show off, being beautiful as hell, After all, I have suffered so much in that suffocating shell. Curse or fate, what should I call? About to spread my wings and its already time to fall. Thinking of it, it's not easy to wait for freedom so long, To receive one day's life as my reward. For this life, struggle is the counter to apply, Do I really want to be a butterfly? ©sam

sam

looking at you, beauty is the only thing I see, you wear solace in the embrace of calm, a living diary silently listening to me. yet, you hold secrets. the dark side of you, carries an abandoned fate. I wonder what it looks like, is it always surrounded by endless nights, with scars beautifully crafted all over ? maybe it's clothed in mysterious powers. hearing unspoken questions, does it listens to us as you do? there are so many more questions waiting in the queue. if I could stand upon your surface, I would witness the vastness of the universe, clear stars without the disturbance of the atmosphere, and all other secrets sparking curiosity within us. let's have a chat someday, revealing all our secrets, or maybe just understand each other, like far-off friends. ©sam

sam

And I never realised that nights were so longer until and unless your shoulders were no more for me to lean on , your presence turned into absence and loving you turned into my obsession yet now I realise that the nights are longer tears are the companions and your memories are my insomniac pills... -NAINA ©Nagashree YS

Nagashree YS

Don't lose yourself to someone! ©Ngb

Ngb

Most Peaceful place ©Murali

Murali

Good Nature ©Murali

Murali

Want to be like a butterfly, flying beneath an open sky, Playing with flowers, messing with insects, clearly my rivals. I will show off, being beautiful as hell, After all, I have suffered so much in that suffocating shell. Curse or fate, what should I call? About to spread my wings and its already time to fall. Thinking of it, it's not easy to wait for freedom so long, To receive one day's life as my reward. For this life, struggle is the counter to apply, Do I really want to be a butterfly? ©sam

sam

looking at you, beauty is the only thing I see, you wear solace in the embrace of calm, a living diary silently listening to me. yet, you hold secrets. the dark side of you, carries an abandoned fate. I wonder what it looks like, is it always surrounded by endless nights, with scars beautifully crafted all over ? maybe it's clothed in mysterious powers. hearing unspoken questions, does it listens to us as you do? there are so many more questions waiting in the queue. if I could stand upon your surface, I would witness the vastness of the universe, clear stars without the disturbance of the atmosphere, and all other secrets sparking curiosity within us. let's have a chat someday, revealing all our secrets, or maybe just understand each other, like far-off friends. ©sam

sam

And I never realised that nights were so longer until and unless your shoulders were no more for me to lean on , your presence turned into absence and loving you turned into my obsession yet now I realise that the nights are longer tears are the companions and your memories are my insomniac pills... -NAINA ©Nagashree YS

Nagashree YS