Biography
An incidental writer, who just started expressing his anger, desperation and sorrow through some poetic manner. Though still i am a novice in writing but love to share them. I am Flexon, 25 years, from India. I started writing about 4 or 5 years back. And, with the people around inspiring me to write i became an incidental poet. Haven't published any books or something but, have been writing them.
Samples
An Empty Soul It feels like dead when your soul dies All the heart hears, are the never-ending cries. What hurts more are the peoples lies, Listening to them, just can't imagine how time flies What you are left with, is an empty soul A soul, that wanders without any goal As life moves, you can find colors fading Your dreadest fears conquering and invading. Slowly but gently you feel your soul is lost Regretting! As it came with my own life's cost. Nothing seems to be left within your head All your emotions are just dead Worries is only what you had fed Remembering everything on your death bed. All you are left is an empty soul And a body to decay, in a six feet hole. FNP
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Blog entries by Flexon Paul
My World Through My Eyes (10/11/2016)
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