Have you not thought so?

When you look at me,you may see prim and proper; polite and socially acceptable; reserved and quiet; serious and philosophical; premeditated; practised; rehearsed! But I'm not any of that.I  am just another person in the world, waiting to be accepted by them..No, by herself .

                                  
  P.S- Dance into delirium. Lose yourself into oblivion! Free yourself of all your inhibitions. It's only your opinion of yourself that matters. Learn to love yourself! And do not write this off as preachy nonsense. I do make sense at times. :-)                                                          
                                                                         

The Mergence

 No poet intends to write according to the iambic pentameter,or the trochee ,or the anapaest.It's magical to note how things written from the heart and hence meant to be abstract,unintentionally find discipline in the intellect of the mind.

                                                               -By Sofiya Sujad
                                                                                           Art by Markin Andrey

Nostalgia

...there's something quaintly romantic about writing in pencil on the dried,yellowed petals of wrinkled paper.Possibly another remindful refresher to us of the beauty resting in the hue of charcoal,lamented by the scent of yore and the frailty of the parch(ed)ment ,in a world of the stern black print on the cold white screen..