Sophie Sophia
@sophie_world · 2:03
Heartbreak and lessons in self-love
The poem is dance with a limp. The aftermath of your cruel departure am left to wrestle with my demons. Shadows born of shattered dreams, lingering, haunting every thought. Whispers of doubt echo in the silent chambers of my deepest wounds. Goats of what I once was roaming in the memory halls. Tandav the dance of Shiva, twisting and turning the knife inside. Leaves scarce upon my spirit your final bitter betrayal. Specters of predestined doom, phantoms of promises broken
Rakesh Kumar
@RakeshKumar2023 · 0:30
As you started that you wanted to write a long letter. But you didn't write. You wrote a poem. So I remembered that there was a time people used to write letters each other. But you expressed your feelings in poem. So it was a beautiful poem, beautifully composed and narrated in a beautiful voice
Sophie Sophia
@sophie_world · 1:11
Thank you, Rakesh sir. Actually, I mentioned in before the poem also in the introduction that I was writing a letter and not a letter. There were so many letters. There are so many letters. It has become, I think, 100 pages long document. And then I tried to stop because I was getting more emotionally attached while I was writing that letter