Empty paper

I wanted to write down exactly what I felt..

but somehow the paper stayed Empty and

I could not have described it any Better !!

Published by Alisha Mehta

Penning down the mind

3 thoughts on “Empty paper

  1. Yet he would understand.. that empty paper..
    “What happened my dear?” He would ask and would hug you tight.
    Everything else didn’t matter, for everything felt right.
    Just a cup of tea, with refreshing ginger…
    He would turn that empty paper into cinder..
    life would feel full, novel and exciting,
    whether in love, quarrels or fighting..

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      1. Sometimes, you need to keep things light,
        Sometimes, you miss those love, quarrel and fight.
        Sometimes you meet someone, the one , all you need,
        Sometimes you feel those moments, that make your expectations exceed.
        Sometimes you miss someone so much, that you crave for them more,
        Sometimes you are the stranded ship, who is looking for the shore.
        Sometimes you want to say a lot, but cannot speak,
        Sometimes so spoke so more, but you wanted to be quiet.
        These “sometimes”, might never be again,
        b’coz sometimes, some “times” are hard to find again.

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