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Conscience: conflicts & more
“Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.” — Villeneuve. Hey! Welcome to my blog. Conscience is a canvas for portraying all the colours of conflicts and capturing the withering leaves of abstract minds!
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Wisdom of Guitar
I became a torn leaf,The leaf disappeared into mist,Morning mist was all about a lie;When you arrived wearing a black tie. I became an echo,Echo was a myth..Myth suited you well,When you used to be my shadow. Said the wisdom tree to the guitarist.
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She
She was the storm and the vacuum ,She was living and dead,She was saint and fanatic ,She was mortal and magical, She was fantasy and fiction,She was a dream to dream..And a fight to fight for,She was my calm and chaos,She was worth this life afterall.
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A Love Story
Perhaps I would wear white and expect you in black,On that day,it would be a three course meal instead of our evening snack. Perhaps the most obnoxious truth would drown in the scotch,You & I flying this high that demons would fail to catch. I would sing to you..You would play our love-song..I would finally […]
“Perhaps there’s something there that wasn’t there before.” — Villeneuve.
Hey! Welcome to my blog.
Conscience is a canvas for portraying all the colours of conflicts and capturing the withering leaves of abstract minds!
There was a garden of death and a sky of poetry; and then there was a falling star of a dreamy affair.
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Anecdotes of conflicting times!
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Wisdom of Guitar
I became a torn leaf,The leaf disappeared into mist,Morning mist was all about a lie;When you arrived wearing a black tie. I became an echo,Echo was a myth..Myth suited you well,When you used to be my shadow. Said the wisdom tree to the guitarist.
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She
She was the storm and the vacuum ,She was living and dead,She was saint and fanatic ,She was mortal and magical, She was fantasy and fiction,She was a dream to dream..And a fight to fight for,She was my calm and chaos,She was worth this life afterall.
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A Love Story
Perhaps I would wear white and expect you in black,On that day,it would be a three course meal instead of our evening snack. Perhaps the most obnoxious truth would drown in the scotch,You & I flying this high that demons would fail to catch. I would sing to you..You would play our love-song..I would finally…
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Epiphany of Scars
I chose my favourite party dress,I picked up the crystal earrings,I smell blood in my black bottled perfume. I took my signature leather bag,I paired it up with the brown stilettos,I exchanged a glance with the hanging skull. I set my nails properly again,I put up the diamond ring,I enslaved the ruins of the fire…
WHO AM I
Hi I am Shagufta Siddiqa. My parents have always motivated me to go on with my scribbles and now here is the blog. This is specially dedicated to my Maa who has pushed me to archive my writings digitally and my Papa who is just never tired of my dark and insignificant pieces.
Have a happy reading and just don’t hesitate to share your thoughts!
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