The echo of the dying light in his heart, Marked the dawn of a blinding darkness in his world. Just like the hour of darkness prevails even in the hour of light, To strike fear in the hearts of those who have the will to live and fight. —Ayush Singh— #yqbaba #echo #dying #light #dawn #darkness #blinding #will

#yqbaba #Echo #Dying #Light #dawn #darkness #Blinding #will

The echo of the dying light in his heart,
Marked the dawn of a blinding darkness in his world.
Just like the hour of darkness prevails even in the hour of light,
To strike fear in the hearts of those who have the will to live and fight.

—Ayush Singh— #yqbaba #echo #dying #light #dawn #darkness #blinding #will

Ayush Singh (Speeding._Bullet)

The echo of the dying light in his heart, Marked the dawn of a blinding darkness in his world. Just like the hour of darkness prevails even in the hour of light, To strike fear in the hearts of those who have the will to live and fight. —Ayush Singh— #yqbaba #echo #dying #light #dawn #darkness #blinding #will

#yqbaba #Echo #Dying #Light #dawn #darkness #Blinding #will

lostinworld100

जब मैं तुजसे मिलने तेरे घर गया गेरो के साथ देखकर ये दिल बड़ा डर गया न जाने मैने ऐसा कौनसा पाप कर दिया दिल से चाहता था तुझे और तूने विश्वासघात कर दिया ©poetry with ujjain पार्ट 2 #Light

पार्ट 2 #Light

जब मैं तुजसे मिलने तेरे घर गया गेरो के साथ देखकर ये दिल बड़ा डर गया
न जाने मैने ऐसा कौनसा पाप कर दिया
दिल से चाहता था तुझे और तूने
विश्वासघात कर दिया

©poetry with ujjain पार्ट 2

#Light

पूर्वार्थ

It's hard to keep my eyes open now, and it's getting hard to breathe every second, someone holding my hand is all I can feel, other than the pain which is hard to deal, 'I am here' he voiced out but I heard something along the lines say 'stay', cradling me, he picked me up, and a groan escaped my lips without a second thought, 'It's okay' he whispered his hold was strong but his voice was not, I felt him move from the place, and slowly he started increasing his pace I wanted to ask soo much but it's hard to spell, still, gulping down the roughness I asked him 'didn't you say I'll die by your hands, aren't you happy now?' slowly I strained out opening my mouth again I started to speak, only to be stopped by him 'YOU ARE NOT DYING' he shouted in his voice evident of anger, yet strong and firm, it wasn't long after which I surrendered myself to darkness... ©पूर्वार्थ #dying

#Dying #Poetry