Before the Mirror
I stand before the mirror, But I do not care for what I see, These dark circles, And flared bags, Have no point to me. I would rather, You take me down to the sandy sea, Where being drowned Would…
I stand before the mirror, But I do not care for what I see, These dark circles, And flared bags, Have no point to me. I would rather, You take me down to the sandy sea, Where being drowned Would…
Love ripped my heart's sanity Into a sweet kaleidoscopic frenzy. © Soshinie Singh
The strings of my puppet life Laid sore at your feet As you had no mercy Trampling upon my feels As you proceeded to relish In the schadenfreude of my cries. © Soshinie Singh
There was this sensation that seemed to be a galaxy itself in the wide universe. A speck of diamonds shining brightly, that they felt so close but looked so far away. You never knew if you could touch them or…
My despondent heart Etched your excuses In silent syllables Trying to find that loophole Which said I can finally believe Your atrocious cries for help. © Soshinie Singh
The Phoenix Letters is a compilation of fifty letters written to the younger self. The phoenix is an embodiment of fierce change and growth. It has the capability of experiencing rebirth, and at ev… Source: The Phoenix Letters