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

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

White Calm and contained like Napalm, if pricked, I'll hold drumsticks in my palm, with a double pedal on my bass, and blast so hard, that It will cling to their cerebrum, cause 3rd degree burns, deep into their conscience, IT'S ME vs ME, I'VE BEEN SCREAMING ALL ALONG, BUT THEY WON'T LEAVE ME BE, WELL THEN PREPARE FOR WAR... ©Akhil Kael

Akhil Kael

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

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

White Calm and contained like Napalm, if pricked, I'll hold drumsticks in my palm, with a double pedal on my bass, and blast so hard, that It will cling to their cerebrum, cause 3rd degree burns, deep into their conscience, IT'S ME vs ME, I'VE BEEN SCREAMING ALL ALONG, BUT THEY WON'T LEAVE ME BE, WELL THEN PREPARE FOR WAR... ©Akhil Kael

Akhil Kael