I observe every minute detail that defines my countenance and learn to accept it, but it has never been that easy. I look into the mirror everyday, and come back as a defeated warrior. They told me that the ultimate arrow. That would pierce its way. Into my mundane heart,would be. The death of a loved one,. But as time flipped its own pages,.

Life, Mind, and Emotion. I wish to slip away all from my life, all that I have known of it. To hide, in the comfort of darkness. To leave and depart, away from friends, family and mindless acquaintances. Live a life alone among strangers. Maybe in the echoing mountains. Nothing we build, we create, is beautiful. Love is fickle, the charm of its true melody is lost amongs.

Somebody called her an artist. Somebody called her a writer. But she was a visionary who. Painted life with her pen. The diary was her canvas. And her brush strokes were. Neat and deep, deep buried. In her eyes, like the shells in the sand. Her mind was a beach of thoughts. That visioned the sky as a bird. From the herd of people,. In her womb just like a pearl in the sea. The only pearl with the shine. And lust created by her own hands. Of stale and flaccid coat.

My blog is my own kingdom and words are my subjects. The day with its brightness; the night with the dark; the heart with illumination; the soul with the spark! That is who I am. A part of the universe; a part of whole wide world. Happy Birthday, Bysa Papa. Follow to get Citizenship in my kingdom. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. A Slip At Every Step.

Many would say for it slices your organs. Into two and your soul is not only. Someone out there waiting for you. Who would touch you and light up. Sparks in parts of you. You never could reach and you would be. Whole, oh the premier crime;. But me being a possessive freak. In solitude complete and have our. Heart beating whole and meet a soul. Who burns our skin and lights.

You sing songs of heartache and I know every word. The vicious circle of menstrual taboo. The general feeling was that periods are a taboo, even among women. Why do women hush themselves when it comes to discussing menstruation? Why did the pharmacist wrap it up? How about a biology .

What this blog was created for! Diary of my epiphanies. Stay happy, Stay beautiful! Good life. I met this guy 11 months back, he changed my life. Board year, sucks andd my summers were great! My mom gave one.

A Home Down The Brook Of Words. What I Saw Last Night. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

That day I await,which will prove our existence worth it,the day humanity will work it out and cease to just be a dream for those who silently cry on the blood ridden streets of terror. I wonder how much a single life matters, and I.