Processing gratitude
Days have stopped making sense. Reality is an illusion. And today, it is so easy to be philosophical. Time is just a concept that we… Read More »Processing gratitude
Days have stopped making sense. Reality is an illusion. And today, it is so easy to be philosophical. Time is just a concept that we… Read More »Processing gratitude
Reflections about being quarantined and if I feel overwhelmed, I read my book of positive poetry, sparkles
Left a thousand unsaid Because a million emotions were felt On the threshold of leaving them to rest, The horizon got painted in hues of… Read More »Moving places
I watched Every minor detail of the face of things How it breathe, How it saw what it saw I observed Every word my problem… Read More »Visage
Infinite starts Infinite dreams Our story On a trodden street. Forbidden walks Longing retreats We carry on Street by street. Explore each other Deep and… Read More »Infnite Starts
Under the rays of your stare I burn red. Wonder what goes in your mind midst this unrest. This daze, lost expression which I could never… Read More »Your eyes
Are your thoughts and views the foremost to you? Can you stop the environment you live in to stop affecting your choices? May be not, may… Read More »Perspective
I open the book of memory that we wrote those days. I see the pictures unfold. A tear unrolls down my cheek as I walk… Read More »The book of memory