“Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.” ― Cassandra Clare
Sarcastically ironically probably, The things she thought she said magnificently, Scared scarred stared like a star, Cautiously carefully cured by her chocolate bar, Moved grooved huffed and puffed, Lovingly lover love was who she loved, Doubt crowd fear and tear, Things she said saying sayings that I hear, Ignoringly ignoring me like ignoring her ignore, Knowing the knowledge she knows, Winding wind winding around her skin as the wind blows, Twisting turning tumbling and tossing she gets me in the bed, She’s a troublesome troublemaker causing troubling trouble in my head, She’s a twisted turbulence! – Aekansh Dixit.
P.S: Just a random effort at writing something new. This blog was never meant for any poetry, but I felt like this is worth sharing, I guess. Hope you had a good read!