✨✨✨ Those days, Stored away In memories, Like treasury These days— Delightfully and longingly, My heart, my thoughts With fixed gazes and cravings, Savour those luscious days Like art on walls, Like artefacts in museums, Treasured history Found a haven In sweet memories✨. - Hohpraize✍π» 07 August, 2024.
π Obsession π They are alive - dead, Yet they live - they used to live; In our hearts they live on; On earth they've moved on. π Oh lover of the wrecker, π π I was, I am. π π She was here a pest, π π As a "pelter" - the fear of my glass house. π π Making my heart grow fonder: π π She left, I felt. π As if death came in and took her! I never even said I don't want her! She just left, And made my heart melt. If ever her presence will come; My hand owes her shoulders, The throw of a punch And my arms a warm embrace. Hohpraize
These days are few— When we stand in the queue, And suddenly step out of the blue, With a clue. These days are few— When you catch a glimpse of you , Beyond the view of the mirror. Days when you don’t just look, but see. You see beyond the sea— Of distractions drowning your attention. Days when you find yourself Face to face, Gaze to gaze, With guilt and bloodshot eyes— Watching your purpose Crave… Then starve, To its grave, For want of attention. These days are few. These days are few— When you remember the things you’ve been through, And the course that has carried you through. It’s true— You’ve eaten rice without stew, Sailed your ship with no crew, Planted seeds without dew, And built with the stones life threw at you. But these days are few— When you declare an internal curfew, Invite yourself down Reality Avenue , Co...
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