With that soul a bit ripped. And that spirit fully knitted. I see you with that face. Just can't help but gaze. With those eyes fully drugged. And that shirt half tucked. I feel you, at least, I try to.... Continue Reading →
A mere attempt to tell my dear readers, fellow bloggers and the rest of the world who ends up here at my blog to feel the verbal seduction; to tell 'em all, what I am, what 'Ananya Sharma' is via my favorite writing style -poetry.
(Picture Credits:mulpix.com/instagram/drawing_cigarette_smoking) via Daily Prompt: Percolate It was the burning end of may While lighting up the third one that day, 'Filter's a must', you spoke. You knew I was all broke. 'You'll die a li'l late', you whispered. I remember... Continue Reading →