I have always wondered what life would have been if things took a different turn at some point in time: everything about me and you, and...

Since my last blog, titled Journals Part II, I have been feeling quite uninspired to write any new pieces. I don’t know why this happens...

It’s a struggle when it comes to finding one's place in society, let alone allow your heart to sing to the tunes that you’ve always...

It’s the usual evening dressed in colors of black mostly, where the sounds of the impatient sky is echoing in confusion it seems and the...

The stage is slowly changing its color, and the bright, grandiose drop of curtains in the background have started to turn grey, and the...

You and I, everything that we’ve expressed in the midst of misery, where beauty is just another dull word and happiness is a fancy fiasco...

As the sun cried foul over your current emotion, you quietly sat at the corner of your room, with the black curtains strangely withdrawn,...

The tempests are assembling in harmony, marveled by the processes of nature, and oblivious to the cries of our kind, that nothing of ‘our...

If ever, merely for the art of expressing, I am asked to narrate about love, I’d pause, think of all that ought not to and start leaving...

Away from the wrestling crowd, which has its stems submerged into a perfectly stagnant lake, and unto the land of solitude, which sees...