Poetry Stains of Blood Paint me with ignorance, Because I love that pain I get. I’m addicted to it as much, As I am addicted to you. You’re always Read More »
Love Real me Nobody knows it’s empty, The smile that I wear. The real one is gone by the time that no longer exists. Because I left you Read More »
The Walls We Build The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
the so-called naked truth I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at
Perfect Submission Another child has been killed by yet another house-help – this time they are both males. The boy, a child of 3, was placed inside
Aunty Philo At exactly twelve noon, she was found dead. Sitting all by herself, a fat old cat resting at the foot of her chair; oblivious of