Most of them often wonder the sadness of emptiness, the sadness of loneliness and the sadness of being lost. The sadness that spreads all over, the sadness that keeps flowing like blood and penetrates into the veins. The sadness that covers everything out even in the illuminating days and the sadness that howls under the […]Read More The sadness they don’t know, the sadness they can’t see.
And we have the power to save ourselves from the bad in this brutal world, and its only us who hurt ourselves badly.Read More Indeed we hurt ourselves badly.
You always believe, it’s the heart that’s wrongdoer It’s it that keeps beating and leads you to take a torturous ride? It’s it that shudders you and keep pinning all the time? It’s it that reminds you all the bad and carry all the pain. No, it’s not the heart that’s culprit. It’s your mind […]Read More The Culprit!
“Why do you write?” Somebody asked her. “I do write because I cannot just speak, and believe this is the more expressive way to pour out what haunts me.” “Oh I…” She murmured. “These are not only words, these are the feelings wrapped into the letters, these are the longings that supplicate to be taken […]Read More Why does she write?