I write, therefore I am. It brings with itself thunder and lightning, slams down onto the metal roofs, crashes its way into houses that are too weak to resist the constant downpour. On Writing and Not Writing.

Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy. On December 7, 2016. Faces melt beneath their beards. On December 6, 2016. Of the flaws in himself. It will not be molded. It must find its form.

and it truly means the world to me. Filed under Essays and Opinions.

Took over the sub-conscious,. Humility from vanity, and. In the middle of it all. Who vanished in the fog. Bits and pieces of his soul. That no one in this life. I have seen a canvas. The bluest of blues,.

Originally posted on I Just Clicked. As we are Growing in Technology. We are more forgetting Nature. Comment about snaps taken by me. Originally posted on Mute Expressions.

Confessions Of a Social Zombie. Going back is not an option. They are shaking now, my hands, slightly. I am afraid to go out. The Drops fall in slow motion. What is that? I hear words faintly understandable. Laughter, that is strange.

Whether the State is called monarchy or republic, crime will always be necessary to maintain and assure its triumph. This crime will no doubt change its direction and object, but its nature will remain the same. The good of the State. There is a thin line tha.

From my pen, to your heart. An attempt to see if I can make that journey. Her love knew no reason. Seasoned by lessons learnt hard. And so it poured from her. Till everything that made her. In the many walls of her heart. Where her unbridled love grew. Of the battered and the beaten.

Enter your email address to receive notifications of new posts. Join 1,082 other followers. All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind -Kahlil Gibran. Maybe it was because we both held dolls, cradled ever so carefully in our arms. Only, while mine was fake- a blob of.