#OpenPoetry The Memory box THE MEMORY BOX 📦😍 Old boxes always carry some Beautiful memories. Those memories which can remind you that, Part of your life which you l

THE MEMORY BOX 📦😍 Old boxes always carry some Beautiful memories. Those memories which can remind you that, Part of your life which you l

#OpenPoetry The
Memory
box THE MEMORY BOX 📦😍

Old boxes always carry some
Beautiful memories.
Those memories which can remind you that,
Part of your life which you l

Meera Ali

I found myself existing on the rim of hourglass just touching the time with crawling baby steps I couldn't refuse to look down at memories burning my shelter for the time being I slept on the edge, slitting my metaphors into the inn of backspaced nightmares. (Read Caption) What is the proof of living? Being surrounded by people no matter dead or alive I guess we all are dead poetries trying to fit in someone's

What is the proof of living? Being surrounded by people no matter dead or alive I guess we all are dead poetries trying to fit in someone's

I found myself existing
on the rim of hourglass
just touching the time
with crawling baby steps
I couldn't refuse to look down at memories
burning my shelter
for the time being
I slept on the edge,
slitting my metaphors
into the inn of backspaced nightmares.

(Read Caption)

What is the proof of living?
Being surrounded by people
no matter dead or alive
I guess we all are dead poetries
trying to fit in someone's

Shambhavi Sharma

"The ease with which you let go of me reminds me of nobody but myself. I prided myself in being so detached that letting go was second nature to me. For you, it is the first. At least that is what I felt. I wasn’t heartbroken. I wasn’t in love with you, yet. But I was falling. Slowly, very agreeably, even happily. It did steal away some happiness. I am not sure if it was difficult for you to tell me no. It’s over, this thing is never going to happen again, you’d said. Your voice seemed sure, but the day later, I sensed residual affection. You were unsure. No, no more. Maybe, maybe." The complete letter in the caption. Dear P, It might have been just sex for you. A respite from the monotony and artificiality of this five-star compound pinned in the midst

Dear P, It might have been just sex for you. A respite from the monotony and artificiality of this five-star compound pinned in the midst

"The ease with which you let go of me reminds me of nobody but myself. I prided myself in being so detached that letting go was second nature to me. For you, it is the first. At least that is what I felt. I wasn’t heartbroken. I wasn’t in love with you, yet. But I was falling. Slowly, very agreeably, even happily. It did steal away some happiness. I am not sure if it was difficult for you to tell me no. It’s over, this thing is never going to happen again, you’d said. Your voice seemed sure, but the day later, I sensed residual affection. You were unsure. No, no more. Maybe, maybe."

The complete letter in the caption. Dear P,

It might have been just sex for you. A respite from the monotony and artificiality of this five-star compound pinned in the midst

Darpan Thakkar

यादों के सहारे जीन्दगी बिताना मुष्किल है थोड़ा। दिन तो गुजर जाता है, मगर रात बिताना मुष्किल हो जाता हैं। #felt that

#Felt that

Pratibha Mangalwaniya

People says, time heals everything. But things got more worsen because she did not moved with it. I felt that.

I felt that.

Dostjan Noor

I started Reading a book, I read a Story. I felt that Story. I Laughed on that. I Cried on that story. At last I knew, it was not a Story. It was mee💔 I Felt that

I Felt that