Making Sense

  In this world, where we are Nothing but some tiny art Thinking and counting stars Where ever and whatever we are We don’t care about the scars When we are being dragged apart Into the abyss of broken hearts We are dreaming back to the start. © Akhand Singh, 2016 © An Empty Glass, 2016 Advertisements

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Walk With Pride

Once in a while you strip it out The shame and the regret Walking alone you think of them Of the people you’ve met Judgmental and condescending Figures of clay, greedy of ascending Concerned of the torn shoes, you walk slowly Bearing the bruises and scars of being lonely Running around the world, scared of … Continue reading

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