It was all here until you were here, The priceless being of yours spreading sunshine all across. Now that you are gone and won’t be seen anymore, Here are some messages from my side that were left unsent. Message, that…
And the night shall fall short to spell, Another rain on the parched blood soaked in airy blue. To let hopes sulk in deep on concrete black road, Waiting to roll over with words invited to crack skulls open. …
Once upon a time, in a quaint village, a shepherd named Kabira yearned for a better life on the other side of the bridge, along with his small flock of sheep. Unfortunately, his income from their wool had dwindled, leaving…
It was all here until you were here, The priceless being of yours spreading sunshine all across. Now that you are gone and won’t be seen anymore, Here are some messages from my side that were left unsent. Message, that…