Dwell

 1)We are the diamonds of freckles,

Living in the past of drones,

I quiet establishments to find myself,

So I left you to bind itself. 

2) damaging those who damaged you,

Won't bring peace,

But Catering those who have cut you,

Would bring more unrest and unease .

3) I am born out of bloom,

To rise out of Sapphire,

I am dying into my doom,

To enlighten all my dead desires.

4) I am writing all my demons out,

I am admiring all my bruises now,

We are virtually unbinding choas,

In the foil of charisma, somehow.

5) poetry is the embellished art of penning down your pain on a plain page that paints the picture of pertinent persistence and prominence of what a poet goes through. "

6) "poet would always remain pink,

in the atlas of aesthetic ocean to sink "