That is the power of your soul.
You could control your mind,
Control your emotions.
With your support, as a writer, I have grown.
With their strong little bones
Carrying me along
I love my legs long and strong
An ode to the Storymirror platform
Yet silence leads to uncountable commotion.
I am a pen,
Ink is my brain,
Both together drawing on Story Mirror.
I hear the name of a small country town
Prisoner or queen
Putting aside your own life's book in a shelf. It sketched me colourfully, But brushed
Their writings got a platform, Thanks to STORYMIRROR
With my eyes closed, I see,
The vastness of division,
I'm alone with my demons
Best Archer of Dwapara Yuga,
Slayer of Angraj Karna,
Come, my love!
I forget that you are gone.........
So, Open up your heart, let the memories pile!
I can imagine an image , Breaking off the walls of the cave, I can imagine a bundle of
The answer will become obvious
It will flood you with fear
All of it is for nothing
Have you ever treated someone without judgment, entirely Naked?
The survival of a smile fades, The art of respect shades When love loses its flames!
Yet it's not a rape, Neither it's harassment, It is legal, Yes, you heard it right, it's legal.
This old word,
What to do with it,
You're so expressive, I'm not.