If anyone had ever wondered what went wrong and at what point in time, they would always be left in awe because they would find either too many reasons or none at all. That’s the way our mind works. The…
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. …
If anyone had ever wondered what went wrong and at what point in time, they would always be left in awe because they would find either too many reasons or none at all. That’s the way our mind works. The…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been chasing her. Not a woman, really. But something like her.A silhouette in the distance—sharp, confident, impossible to forget.She walks like she knows the answers. Talks in riddles. Smiles rarely but meaningfully.And…