A Sky To Hold

The lump of this earth, Might see this world blowing. The ashes, the fired out, Those burnt, those strained aloud. Hold…

Cyclewala (The Cyclist)- III

Dear Diary, Life is lonely here. Even if you will stay, the tides will rub you off. It’s like a gypsy soul is better these days. Nothing to care about, nothing to veil, and nothing to look back. I broke…