A follower of God Another face in the crowd. My Idea of a Happy Life. Unfulfilling, drab, crushing, strenuous, restricting, disheartening, numbing Aidan could think of many words which might describe his life at this instant. The snow was falling, the wind was howling, and every breath felt like a dagger down his parched throat.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Follow Dharmesh Joshi on WordPress. It was an evening cold,. Over the house, grief had taken a hold. Near the fireplace, lay an old man on his death bed,. Surrounded by the souls he had bred with eyes so red. The youngest one, to be brave he was trying,. I have never forsaken my dreams,.

Our Pen, Our Voice, Our freedom. One night, heartbroken and lonely,. I rolled my eyes at the starry bodies,. Eyes in palm I bowed with hurting tears. In the shrilling heartless heart of darkness,. She boldly came towering like an heiress,. Trimmed claws and graceful footsteps,. I was enchanted by the whirl of her breath,. She soothed my soul with a wicked kiss.