My Living Dead Father
“Every time I see my father I see Hell as a human.” My body is a room. I hanged my father’s portrait On the wall of emotional traumas around my heart. My heart is the place, I learnt how…
The Beautiful Melody Of Silence
The beautiful melody of silence Keeps me occupied When alone Enjoying solitude! The melodious silence Speaks volumes Of meaningful and meaningless ideas Passes mind every moment. Nostalgia, the best mate, Never leaves like a shadow Hovers around to…