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As a beginner to this blog,i always wanted to explore new things and discover new and interesting things related to extraordinary experience in human life. I just want my words to connect to my common readers. Itz one of the difficult jobs to potrey huge emotions in four words or three sentences. Quotes are something which describe emotions in less words or few sentences. My blog is full of quotes and some inspirational articles some about intresting contents.
I never underestimate myself because few words can create wonders.
She is a sketch of silhouette which linned across the heart
She pressed her chest into a cage of symphony which has graved the black past
She burried sorrow in a fading cobalt blue and wrapped her heart in tiny veins of earthstar.
The pain has traced her distant mind and had barricaded silloutted past
She willed like a demon into ashes, and breathed her darkdust into her bloodstream.
let the sillouttes of erstwhile absorb into her skin,and she found a new heart that took the form of silver weeds that jumped into her mouth.
I am the daughter of the cresent moon, freckles are my stars
Eyes carry star dust, but eclipse brings me to life
My love for celestial moon has turned into a ballet upon the sky.
Born from the eclipse swallows all the lights, and left the fibrous silver thread which stitch me into starlight
Blanket of darkness has hooked the moon in scintillating valouroys sky
My soul lay there immersed in shadowy depths, stars are my Heralds that are owed my soul into red moon sky.
By Sumitra Nair
Red angles dressed in silk hood who has been victimized to wolves.
Don’t be afraid of disguised demons.
Be a wolf and master your demons. Little survivors you have been cut, torn apart. But still you rose high as a survivors of the dark.
Don’t befriend a stranger there are Wolves in every guise.
Tripped into the shaddy woods taking a friendly warning of the criminalized surroundings.
Wolves plunged on to a red damsel ,she didn fear the wolves in darkest lights and brightest night. She ran free beneath the moon pale nights.
Sharp tooths never heard her cries.she was a red Hunter who survived with a crimson smile.
Dripped in red blood, her soul was beast in disguise.
She was a girl who is filled with ice cold blood
Dripped in courage and shredded with pain
She is a girl full of mystery, tangled mix of starlight and darkness .
Devastated with scars and seeped inside every bit of darkness
The epitome of art drained over the Walls with needles deep inside the marrow of the heart
She made the pain look beautiful when her skin weeps in silence
She is a flesh made of courage and patience heart of a queen and warriors rests in her blood.
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It wasn’t my fault that I was connected to your Waterlog like a destiny .
I scummed out with a scream yet to open my eyes stretched my yawn out to look straight into the world.
They picked me up with a grining smile, and I feard their piercing look
I never cherished my grandparents heart
And I am not my uncle’s sweetheart
I was born for my mom from heaven, beautiful but I actually was not called for.
It wasn’t my fault that my tears couldn’t cleanse their heart.
My fears were their laughter sessions. My failures were an achievement to their heart.
My weeps went unheard my scars went unattended as I was an unwanted child to them.
With all the flogging thoughts and bruises on my heart I was an unwanted girl who had a grieving past
It wasn’t my fault that I graved the harsh words of my aunts and crushed the sins of my cousins
I was the unwanted sister to their mind and framed me as a dreadful shadow to their life.
It was my fault that I turned out to be a GIRL who has shed thousands of times to find her own sky.