Sometimes,inner dialogues are too atmospheric

They go on and on .

Drain on the mind.

Too sleepless themselves,

too patronizing.

However far you run,

They shall get you.

Pangs of dark nights surrealise.

Sometimes, it is a lonely bird, a big world and skyless sky.




About Sumita Jetley

I had never thought that writing takes such a heart in me. I never had thought that I and it would be in each other but suddenly I as well know, life is never without it be, expressed and relished in its foremost quiet beauty.
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