Imagine a different world from the one we are in. A world, where, matter doesn’t matter as much as the essence of matter. A world, where, silence could…
Poems
A Writer’s psyche
We write what we can, how we can, Not just for the applause, But the release that comes with bleeding on paper, And making our thoughts come alive,…
I still have your Rose
It seems a million years ago, when you gifted me a rose, was it a symbol of your love, Or was it you telling me to give up…
We’ve forgotten how
Remember the days when we were younger, when our smiles were real, our laughter genuine, and we truly loved each other? We never doubted each other. Our unwavering…