Poetry
Broken Serenade
Blood flowed around As she killed herself Ignoring the salty tears And painful gasps. Because, she was fed up of the Dehumanisation and isolation
Blood flowed around As she killed herself Ignoring the salty tears And painful gasps. Because, she was fed up of the Dehumanisation and isolation
Merciless Murder of Nusrat Jahan Rafi “Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter.” Nusrat Jahan Rafi,
Subscribe to our newsletter for the latest updates, exclusive content, and exciting events.
Raindrops Love is in the silver drops liquid paradise fresh invigorating slice water heals our spirit revives our magician inside! writing and typing side by
Gypsy of flowers The winds carry many showers, flowers of petal towers swaying with life’s handshakes, writing in meadows with light shades. Curtains of sunlight
Spring’s Water My love for spring the flowers sing my heart aches for petals to love to see the blue sky and the soft birds
The season is relaxing washing in on ocean waves the sand captures tender land escapes drapes of quiet look rest is special test captivates our