A poem #4

Beginning is always chaotic
like the uncertain steps
in bottom of the river,
Timid hearts are everywhere
stitching tales of excuse,
But you’re the flame itself
you ignite
you burn
you rise
you live
till you die.


© Prophyria

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Save me from me 🌀1

Mid June sky, it was blue, peaceful and calm blue. I was sitting next to an iron window. My hands wanted to touch the blueish sky but I wasn’t a bird to fly towards them and touch them. I was penning lines for nature’s invincible beauty and the chemistry professor might be assuming, he got attentive student. Chemistry! It’s been nine years chemistry still goes over my head. Those chemical equations were buzzing in my ears which my brain couldn’t analyse. The view through the window was more breathtaking than the inside of the classroom. I had crush upon science but I was in love with literature, enigmatical words, waves of emotions behind the relations and fiction but mostly reflection of reality.


Continued…

Infinite fears_Introducing#2

A woman will fail when she will start depending upon a man. If she is thinking that a man will come to her life and he will fulfill all her expectations then she’ll be having pathetic life. There’s no point to depend upon a man only because you’re a woman. You’re equally capable of achieving success.

Remove the fear from your heart if you walk alone. Dear, you’re enough alone to face life.


© Prophyria