From the dust I rise To the dust I return In an inconsequential flight I rise and I burn. The love, the hate, the humanity All perish therein, The rusting body ends my travellers’ joy Annihilating the very proof of me.
My father’s friend His brother, Whose daughter For me a complete stranger. A 19 something girl Docile but not fragile, A smart intelligent girl Who was just beginning to rise. Staying in an urban city Away from her parents and family, She was inching towards her dream Wanting her achievements to scream. Continue reading “A Dormant Warriors’ Wound.”
2018 has not been very compatible to me yet, I guess it doesn’t feel good with me, or it just doesn’t want to make me feel good. Any which ways, I am tortured. 3 months and 3 deaths!! How is that possible? How am I supposed to even live with it? You will say, IContinue reading “Death Or Life- What Gives You True Pain?”
Warning: I might end up discussing the story of the book too. I was reading, so that I could kill my time, I was reading so that I could have a Sunday on a Monday, I was reading so that I could find out what actually happens to Anna, what about Kate? Will she live?Continue reading “My Sister’s Keeper”
She was an old lady and considered her life to be content with life with children, grandchildren, and even great grandchildren. She had lived happily until her last few days which had been too torturing and too painful for her old soul. Doctors had reported only 24% of her heart to be working and oneContinue reading “Her last wish”