Drifting Past You.

Through time, have I been disfigured I can't remember myself Lost my empathy. Such a cold and broken soul, have I become. Dilemma rules me over, To fight who and who to not. To chase what and what to not. Feels like I have lost my meaning, Feels like I'm a burden. In the clouds … Continue reading Drifting Past You.

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The Gulf Crisis now.

The ongoing Gulf crisis depicts the attitude of countries towards each other. What all was buried has come outside, or maybe the worse is yet to come. Who knows?! How they all turn themselves in just as the moment sparked. It is of high importance to resolve diplomatic issues through rational communication. Instead, the picture … Continue reading The Gulf Crisis now.

My fear of losing someone.

I keep breathing. I keep walking. I keep wading. And I am waiting. Waiting for what I believe will be an end to my agony. Oh yeah, I fear it! For I believe I have lost enough. Will those people make everything right? Or will they accompany my devils to put me down? I don't … Continue reading My fear of losing someone.

Had there been for the little boy?

As he lumbered through the darkness of the people, he knew they were frauds. His felicity lost to their despair and emotions folded for their theories. He pacified his thrills for their pace but had they not sophisticated a felony? He waded deeper and deeper channeling their sorrows but was still in for a betrayal. … Continue reading Had there been for the little boy?

They turned me into a Colorblind.

"Honey, look through the binoculars! Do you see an elephant?". This was said to us by our playwrights, I mean the ones who always held themselves in the place from where they could puppet us. They say it is for our own good. I do not doubt it, at all! I believe them outright. It … Continue reading They turned me into a Colorblind.

The Grandeur of Life.

Of long now, witnessing a majority of humans to be the same among themselves is an exuberant common phenomenon. Forged by what we see outside, in other people, and sometimes perplexed to see our inner-deeps, we live through. It is, however, perspicuous to any person to fancy observing all this-How we shape ourselves by following … Continue reading The Grandeur of Life.