Often a getaway to the past, is a deep cellar dusty, old, dark
What are winters to you? This is what it is to me, how it feels , in a few lines.
On some days, I dream of the mountains Other days,a stroll deep into the woods I dream of how will it feel To leave everything behind And let my little heart heal From all the chaos and hatred Of this big huge world. The sun, the trees and stars Can alone heal all my scars… Continue reading I dream
Smiles they were though short lived were so enchanting That now as we are apart those smiles are all my eyes are demanding They weren't mine They were yours They are my escape from this world's chaos
A poem titled 'Sentiments Unknown' by Garima Bhaskar