By Navni Patni i feel my head pounding, it hurts, it thrums, with survival instincts on the line. i feel my hands flickering, they shiver, they tremble, as i fight for a last gasping breath. i f
By Navni Patni four years. four years of confinement in these stupid words, in these stupid scripts, in these stupid pages of paper. depicting characters who aren’t truly me. who aren’t what I beli
By Navni Patni the colour is gone. the world is black and white. mostly grey, and none other in sight. there’s no bone, only pieces. there’s no flesh, only creases, as eyes tickle tears, as cuts prick
Nyc poem
It's very nice
Wonderful!!! Feels like a true love story 👏
Passion must be praised and recognise ❤️😊
Nice writing ✍️ ❤️