I wish to write,I wish to scream,My voice isn’t Shuddering anymore,Your threats no moreThreatens me,Oh, I’ll destroy you,You say,Yeah, go on,Show me,But I tell you,You couldn’t,For, I have stopped,Being an object,I have stopped,H
A little confession to the Love we always fail to acknowledge, Our Poetry. Amidst the chaos of life, we forget to dwell in conversations that actually helps us walk out of it.