Fractured sensations of my timid life
Fear binds my coward impulses with actions
For the body can’t betray the mind
Finding the patterns for unlearning and not
follow this repetitive mirage of a horizon
Freedom lies at the end of this night
So I watch the meeting between the
sea and the sun and
soak in the expanse of my
surrounding new light and my
shimmering new life
[469] A Portrait of My Poetry
Smoke words every day. 
17 responses to “[469] A Portrait of My Poetry”
So beautiful as always, I especially love the ending 🙌🏻🤗🖤
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Glad you liked it 🙂
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Keep shining, my friend. Your work always inspires me 🖤
Hopefully you got my comment on your prior poem 🤗
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This is absolutely beautiful!💯
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Thank you 🙂
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Hey! Will you be interested in being a part of my anthology titled “Delusions of my heart” being published by Spectrum of thoughts? Would love to have talent like you on board!
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Hey Saloni, I would have to say no since I usually don’t partake in anthologies. Good luck to you though, I’m sure you’ll find a lot more talented people than me who are more than willing to take part in your endeavour 🙂
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Thank you so muchhh!
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No problem 🙂
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This is awesome: “Finding the patterns for unlearning and not / follow this repetitive mirage of a horizon”.
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Glad you liked those lines!
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Yes, excellent!
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Another soulful poem Rahul. God bless you
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Thank you again and may God bless you as well!
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👌
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So lovely and soulful!
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Thank you!
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