Poetry, Write Ups


Some are falling for the art
and some for the artist,
Some trying to blend in
and some trying to stand out,
Somewhere a lover taking his last breath
And somewhere love,
Some (un)sent text me back when you reach messages
and some (un)received I’m home messages,
Some broken promises
and some corrosive forevers,
Some lucid dreams
and some sleepless nights,
Some real tears
and some fake smiles,
We are pretenders after all
Some are good at it
and some are bad.

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