"Isolated Mind"
Isolated Mind being nomadic
with eruption of hidden pain
in the form of ice
always crave to wander
on the scattered street of old memories
where shadow of frozen wound
throw pearl of notion
in darkness of uncertainity
and dried up perplex moments
with some known odor
and diffused silence;
shed tears with consistency
on the paved path of destiny
and that moment heart bleeds
for aesthetic sense of togetherness
2 comments:
Hello, my name is Isolated Mind...this is the perfect poem. It describes me perfectly.
Hello, my name is Isolated Mind...this is the perfect poem. It describes me perfectly.
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