When the day turns to grey, And the sky starts to fuse in dark. Wander in cities, to see the gold hoard burning within people made up of pure rust. AdvertisementsRead More Night in Cities
If I know you, doesn’t mean I know me – but if I know me, I know you for sure.Read More Random
People who find association when surrounded with worn things, desolated, abandoned places and wrecked souls. Their hearts flee ages ago when they ramble across the pages of hundreds of years old books, they embrace the same feelings, imagine the same faces and start to live in the same situations. People who discover the old within […]Read More My kind of people.
“All die.” She Continued… “But some people do not die sudden death, they die gradually, a little in every moment; in immeasurable chunks.” “They grow old inside and wreck in minutes & hours of desolation. Their skin pales, heart stalls and eyes get wrinkles around.” “They die within their selves.” “They die one of the […]Read More Misery
Now at the end of this year, I am summarizing my experiences and thoughts, not for anybody else but for myself and for one whom this could help. Every day we learn few new things and its not like you start learning from a specific time or age – but its when you start realizing […]Read More Happy New Year!
This dire feeling of not being enough has always been ruinous to people. Ravaging their souls inside, Leaving only the pieces of flesh intact.Read More This Feeling
“A poet” She whispered in her soft, charming voice and turned back to me, her gleaming eyes started to make their way to my soul, cutting through deeply. I raised my hand and pull her closer irresistibly. She was so tempting and attractive, still looking into my yearning eyes. Suddenly a complacent smile emerged across […]Read More A poet