And as the old man, started losing control, forgetting his name, It was that when he, actually found freedom, for … More
There’s an abundance, of people who claim, they know. Where do they, all belong? ~am
If only hoping, Could make dreams, come true.
Warmth broke into, the cold and harsh currents. When air became breath. ~am
One of these days, The bird you, close your window for, Might fly and never return. ~am
We’re all, As clueless as, A goldfish in a bowl. Unaware of it’s existence. ~am
The laughter, And the giggling, Echoed well through, The silence of nights, In each other’s warmth, We haunted the ghosts, … More
everything, or nothing, at all. No halfways, We’re either in, Or out. Because, a half-hearted passion, Never yielded, a full-fledged … More
I keep Drowning in this, endless river of rambling thoughts, And wondering what went wrong.