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...

I do not even know what to write about you, about us, or the moments that held onto us but could never be fully cherished. I was just 10...

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...

The strangeness of this dimly lit room and the forced sessions with oneself, an interaction unlike anything else, for the daily attire...

It’s a tough race, to make it to the top and look back at the chaos the so articulately crafted us. So much has been spent on thinking,...

Every cloud will have been begged upon, the orphans overly neglected and the seasons overturned, yet one sits and he wonders—the...

Trying to re-think the vicious attack on your soul—one which almost ended your life with it, and there is nothing in the world to make...

There is an air of discomfort, one that is plausibly sheering every heart that once loved or mind that ever thought. It’s been a while,...

There is a chaos, one in which the only character who had to glow everyone up is breaking apart, like it were the last few flames out of...

To write love songs on her arms, holding it under the bright night, and reading the letters that so explicitly hold your feelings. Is...