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Posted on by Hemalatha Ramesh

Writing was never my home
until I hid my love in lines,
sorrows in sentences,
vulnerability in verses,
end of my pen turn nothingness to wholeness.

I write about places I haven’t been to,
I write about feelings I never wish to experience,
I write about things that doesn’t exists,
I give life to lifeless objects.

Writing be my door to exit the room of torments and sufferings,
like an artist, I add deep solid strokes of pain,
my manuscripts plunge into absymal depths,
reaching hearts and
staying long.

If writing is a religion,
I follow and preach it.

Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

24 thoughts on “Home”

  4. The event
    leads to experience
    out of necessity

    spoken and written
    recorded

    now it is important
    in drama
    the soul
    your own point of view

    the own
    also unconscious game
    with it yourself
    in responsibility
    to pull

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  6. I love writing. It is a way to express and understand myself. I respect words and I know they gain potential to change the world. Keep writing Hemalatha.✍🏻

    If writing is a religion,
    I follow and preach it.❤️

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Published by Hemalatha Ramesh

I turn my thoughts to words, words to emotions.