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Tumbles of my life

The little ups and downs of my journey through life

Hues of the UAE skies

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When constant wars are raged inside your head and war-cries echoes through your soul; you catch yourself wishing you could feel nothing; that you could finally feel numb.   -Numb /By Anjana (15-Aug-2017)

Drowning

You watch your body, raw and exposed, Nothing to cover the imperfections, nothing tucked in or forced. Underneath the water your sinews float ,ten times lighter, As the waves roll of your skin, in places with skin loose and tighter.... Continue Reading →

As the slightest of our discords gnaws away at my heart, an inevitable curse, I slowly realize ; you may not be my entire world, but you are the center of my universe. -Center of my Universe /By Anjana (July... Continue Reading →

Worshipped by mortals, from Giza to Rome; A luminescence ruled over the dark skies, so forlorn. She reigns in the twilight ,illuminating the dark skies; with strengths that could turn over the nocturnal tides. The fair maiden ,circles the night,unabashed... Continue Reading →

She was hurt at her lowest enough times to know that she must never let anyone see her cry. But as unforgiving life raged on, her eyes flooded again, just when she thought her rivers ran dry. -The dried rivers... Continue Reading →

​You are my Vesuvius,and like the gods of Rome awoke the earth, you shook my soul and led my heart astray; kindling my embers to grow as flames , boiling the blood in my viens , I fear I might... Continue Reading →

This frustration inside me was a tiny spark which then amplified into this fire that became all-consuming and the high pitched screams turned into helpless cries. The wrath I keep confined , if unleashed, will burn more hearts than I... Continue Reading →

My conscience is riddled with questions with answers I’m too afraid to face. When did I become this person? A person who cared . -Anxiety turning my own mind against myself / By Anjana (June 3rd,2017)

You are more than just your body; you are what is inside.

You wear your skin as your armor, against the numerous eyes, watching you, spectating, judging, blatantly staring, and more often than not the indifferent glares for your inconsistent skin tones. I know, darling, you were a victim of body shaming,... Continue Reading →

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