Its been far too long since I wrote anything. I used to be quite the writer, a head full of optimism and ideals and holding my head up high. Why I dont like Donald Trump.

A blog that makes as much sense as reality. And like Mumbai in 2008, the attack will be used to rile up one religion against another.

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic. I asked her if it was okay to be short. And she said it sure is. I asked her if I could wear nail polish. Or not wear nail polish. She calls me that sometimes. She said you can do just exactly.

Nothing at all, anywhere. Thank you, Time Out. If you grew up in London, then it is guaranteed that you probably went to one of the museums situated in South Kensington.

We always look for that something. I belong to no one. I turn my back every time I become their liking. Unlike blood, oil refuses the water. I dare to be touched but never to belong or exist for someone else. Sometimes, I run vividly and stay as if I am yours to hold onto. Like memories, I slip every once in a while. Occur as if to be hopeful and disappear, only to tell you. People would often dress me with bright colors but as soon as they find out.

My Life My Words My Way! February 16, 2016. Every bit of the picturesque surrounding. And a desert worth 10 dollar. As chapters in life unfold. The memories of that beautiful rose. Oh yes once even he was close. Over a cuppa with friends. The time seems to fleet. In this hustle and bustle of the city. We find joy in simplicity.

A note about my scribbles. And a sensuously intelligent mind. And all I want to do is. And lay claim to his heart. My mind wanders to the tender moments of our marriage. That filled my life with joy. And tears well up in my eyes. No, not here, not now.

Distant Lights From Distant Nights. A Reflection Of Our Established Community. Hope To See You All Soon. Thank you so much Dew.

The art of expression through poetry and writing. Heartache, hamster wheels and heavenly beauty. Where are the days where we could stay up till three in the morning, just to giggle, just to laugh and perhaps even let our lust get the best of us? Or is this just what we need to do to get there? I close my eyes again and think of you, so peaceful, so beautiful in sleep. Perhaps I too should close my eyes and let my conscious float away, but where is that place it goes to at night? I was s.