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A software engineer by profession, Shubham considers himself as an accidental poet, with his journey from a heartbreak to healing. The beautiful Pink City of India provides him a perfect setting for writing poetry. Before embarking on his journey of poetic romance, Shubham obtained a Bachelor’s Degree in Computer Engineering from NIT Surat and has worked with CGI, Bangalore and Italian Mars Society, Bergamo. When he is not writing in his favorite coffee shop, Shubham spends most of his time exploring the field of cosmology. You can connect with Shubham on Instagram @f.elici.Read More...
A software engineer by profession, Shubham considers himself as an accidental poet, with his journey from a heartbreak to healing. The beautiful Pink City of India provides him a perfect setting for writing poetry. Before embarking on his journey of poetic romance, Shubham obtained a Bachelor’s Degree in Computer Engineering from NIT Surat and has worked with CGI, Bangalore and Italian Mars Society, Bergamo. When he is not writing in his favorite coffee shop, Shubham spends most of his time exploring the field of cosmology. You can connect with Shubham on Instagram @f.elici.
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is there a force greater than love?
she asked
there is said I
the force of a broken heart
it beats the same
but in different pieces
just like a flower
love sprouts as a bud
blooms
and decays
until comes a truly broken
heart that consumes us with
the ardour of love as it knows
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is there a force greater than love?
she asked
there is said I
the force of a broken heart
it beats the same
but in different pieces
just like a flower
love sprouts as a bud
blooms
and decays
until comes a truly broken
heart that consumes us with
the ardour of love as it knows
what being broken really feels like
One day I shall wake up, In the world of the dead. My blood would be thin as air, And won't be unusually red. Driving through the inky sky, And passing through the clouds. "Oh nasty reaper let me go." What I keep on shouting loud. "Death does come, to everyone. Don't resist you prating fool. Death Read More...
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