An Empty Canvas

Writing my own story, I did pause for a while, Gave rest to these hands of mine which experienced situations that no one else would wish to, Experienced the touch of cheeks and the ashes too! And here they are, Tired and numb to feelings, Could no more sense the touch, The touch of love,... Continue Reading →

When I lost Myself

Few showered sympathy, Few walked by, Very few understood, The time when I lost myself, I heard that people cry when they feel sad, If sadness could ever be defined, For one it might be some of the most valuable items he/she possessed, Whereas for me it was much more than an inanimate object, When... Continue Reading →

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