For the vacuumed heart needs some air.
A splattered confession.
When Someday comes clean.
Sending my thoughts via electronic media.
Looking beyond luxuries, holding on to the extraordinary.
An ode to everyone at a battle with mental illness.
A million stars stood by in a meeting, Wondering how do describe this vision, It was someone new with a hint of gold, So much they wanted to say, but couldn't put into words, So they whispered to me, Wishes that were centuries old. The galaxy sings in chorus every year, I hope you can … Continue reading The Gold Shield
To Grandpa, My love in ink💗
Kyu aakhir kathghare main laker khada kar deti hai yu zindagi, Gita pr haath rkhwa kar poochti reh gyi humse, Kya tumne koshish hi nhi ki? Ab kya bole hum, jab shabd nhi rhe jatane ko, Un lamho ki koi keemat hi na thi. Subah se pahele subah ka swagat kar dete hai hum, Aise … Continue reading Koshish