Sometimes Silver Linings are Blue

Sorry Not Sorry


I recently found this blog.
I love his pieces!
He is talented and so humble : )

Kabir Malik

wow soul

I started to grow dull,
everything I did, went null.
restlessness now rested in my skull,
all my heart wanted now,
was a soothing lull.

Day in, night out.
Dark thoughts,
I used to fight out.

Each day,
and another bay,
dreams turn gray
on the edge of slay.

Yet, I rise on another day,
strong as a spine,
and hoping to shine,
like a beautiful smile.
this time will be mine.

Like the floating clouds on a hill,
a piece of paper and a quill,
I have finally found peace,
in an old vested skill.

The thoughts now flow around,
like a violin plays at a distant sound.
a beautiful aura that surrounds,
my soul is now finally free,
from all the bounds.

A new journey has begun,
like a song I have never sung.
where, on such ways,
on some days,
I find other souls,
who reflect…

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8 thoughts on “Fuel

  1. faatimaishere on said:

    So relatable to me right now….from rekindling an old skill, starting a whole new journey to connecting with like-minded souls.

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  2. Thank you soo soo much Carisa 🙂

    Really, I cannot thank you enough for your kind thoughts and words of appreciation.
    You really are a sweetheart.
    Lots of Love ❤

    It is priceless being connected to you and finding a friend in you.

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  3. So it was him who wrote the poem for me, I freaking new it. Thank´s to……everyone

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