Buried between the soil, Memories old and new. But still couldn't get rid Of those feelings coming Out of their grave once in a while to meet me. I buried my time, But couldn't his love. I buried my heart, But couldn't those scar. I buried myself, But couldn't scathing word. Then I realized, For whatever I buried, I couldn't bury my words. Those words which spoke More than me about him! Lines of poetries shall I set them free in the ash Of the burnt ire of love. Art survives less of the artist and more of his muse. #lookingfortherightperson #open_your_time_capsule #unleash_your_burried_emotions #yqbaba #quotereview #sourajita #yqpoetry #YourQuoteAndMine
