pure poetry


A mix of emotions now surface
Sorrow, hate, anger, rage
Once, a mistake can be redeemed
Twice or thrice, not good indeed

pure poetry

Love and Bus Ride

Forward, forward, forward I go
Waited on the place I thought I knew
A place well-known, nothing new
Until the right one comes along
So I screamed, shouted, signaled
No response. No feedback. No signs.
So I ran, as quick as I can
Until I got weary, came to a halt
Then a thought struck me:
The right one arrives
The wrong place you bide
The right place, you’d never be

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