Unorthodox Pages from the Secluded Diary Part 3
From the Blog flat-tidingsFour years and I'm growing backwards: The crinkles are still there, yet smile misses the gleam that represented the flame of life burning bright. The sorrows are there, but there is an impersonal edge to it. The hands won't touch, the lips won't speak whilst heart screams indefinitely. Words are there, but they're tucked away in a locked corner that is neither for personal, nor for public use. Jokes are meaningless flings with ideas that best remain forgotten the next day. Day, after day, after day. pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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