You have your baggages,
I have mine.
Those baggages are
From before our time.
Then why do we ponder,
getting critical over,
What skeletons lie inside.
As that flesh covering
The skeletons
Has died and dried.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...