Cold wind pierced through Trish’s skin as she rushed to the bus stop. Bubbling with anger she had stormed out of Sam’s apartment. The…
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Cold wind pierced through Trish’s skin as she rushed to the bus stop. Bubbling with anger she had stormed out of Sam’s apartment. The…
Into sepia twilight She flew, Cascading down, star studded dreams, Embroidered in floral curves, Shaded with Burgundy blessings, And velvety cheers, The world looked…
“He may not love me anymore”, she thought, “but he sure does love her”. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one…
I love being creative. And glad that atleast I got those genes from my parents. Sometimes, it’s like a drug, keeps me high. Yeah…
In the orange hues of a westerning sun, flicker thousand dreamsof a tired day,struggles of sweaty fate and scars of distant past.
It was a balmy evening of 2010 September when I first met her. She was so different that I wasn’t even sure if I…