October 2015//

The Immortal Miss. Hope

The Immortal Miss. Hope

The Immortal Miss. Hope

This story doesn’t have a start, it never began;

This is a story of a marathon, of the invincible Miss. Hope, who ran.

The invincible Miss Hope ran, ran and ran through;

She ran through nothings and through alls; through abandonments and the abundants.

She ran through doors and through walls; through orchids and the halls.

The invincible Miss Hope ran, ran and ran through;

She ran through the love and the betrayal; through music and through brawl.

She ran through the awkward and the strong; through the dusk and through the dawn.

She ran through the choices and the chances; through the faster and the crawls.

Don’t THINK.

The story doesn’t have an end. It’s a story of a run.

The story doesn’t have an inception; it never after all began.

It’s a story of a marathon of the immortal Miss.Hope, who just RAN.

 

 

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Memoirs of a Star

Memoirs

Memoirs of a Star

“We couldn’t see you when our eyes were open” they shouted.

” Our eyes were closed when you said you came in” they screamed.

” You stayed distant and disappeared on cloudy nights” they regretted.

 

“I was blinded by the light and surrendered to warmth when your eyes were open” I stated.

” I braved the darkest of nights trying to shine bright through your closed eyes” I replied.

” I stayed still among galaxies with help just a few light years to fuel me alive” I answered.

 

I was Born with a Blame;

And i Died without a Flame.

I was born a star and i died a STAR.

Memoirs

Nipun Sharma

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