I know they messed things up.
Flew a train, fucked up many bricks
But you cannot put the blame on me.
Now I just need resurrection. 89 more words
2 weeks, 3 days ago
Variety is the Spice of Life
Bougainvillea and frangipani,
Colours and fragrances,
Acacia bother not.
Each shed, to its own.
Timed same, timing differ.
Copyright © 2017, Deeya Nayar-Nambiar
2 weeks, 6 days ago
Things I Like
I’m worried things will sizzle out
You’ll grow sick of me
It’ll be done
Everything that I dreamt
for me and you… 34 more words
3 weeks, 3 days ago
The world reached out its hand and pulled out for me
but I shivered in fear
and turned away in silence
The world whispered in my ear, as the winds blew past too quick… 71 more words
3 weeks, 4 days ago
To live is a risk
A series of unfavorable circumstances
Aware that at any moment
it could be over
Even tucked away in a quite home on a hill… 52 more words
There Is A Cone Who Lost Himself
He lost his friends. He is far away from home.
No one picks him up. No one answers the phone. 233 more words
4 weeks ago
Life is a big machine that we’re all busy following it. We wake up, eat our breakfasts, go out, and explore the world. Sometimes, it is so tedious as we are kept in a loop. 228 more words