May 23, 2018 | 866 Views |
All about love from a great writer SNEHA NAIR.
Maggots of love
Never came out
Putrified in the
Humid ambience
Of my heart
Often filled
With a lot of
Puddles..
Luminous eyes
Searched for the light.
Dreamt of a day
When wings grew on
My maggots of love
What an imbroglio
Love can't be a butterfly
When it is decayed from
The stage of larvae
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love
Sneha Nair
Writing is like my breath, couldn't sustain if I lost it.
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Illusionistic Reality is all about a surreal world we all live in. We live in illusion more than we live in Reality. This blog is all about that world of illusion we all dream of and the way we live in it more than accepting the harsh Reality of life.
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