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Tumbles of my life

The little ups and downs of my journey through life

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love

​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 →

My heart doesn't seem to bear the weight of your affections and the consequences it is doomed into, for its reciprocation. Consequences-By Anjana ( May 3rd , 2017) 

As a dull pain starts to throb at the back of our souls; time, distance and circumstances conspire against the universe to thaw our dry hearts apart. -Conspiracy / By Anjana  (29th April, 2017)

Life’s purposes

I would like to believe that everyone has some purpose in this world. That they have been given this life, with their environments, circumstances, carefully timed incidents strung with curiously strange coincidences; for one or many reasons. Some are born... Continue Reading →

When you don’t understand your own turmoil, you try to pull at your strands of despair, in hopes of staying afloat; fighting against the exhaustion rather than drowning alone helplessly under the heavy darkness. -Depressed in a sunny world /... Continue Reading →

In spite of the miles and time zones, our times together and alone, our fate had been clouded, always in the state of obscurity. Gut wrenching pain searing through my soul was what I needed for the divine ounce of... Continue Reading →

My mind has begun to self destruct in ways my heart cannot bear. -Self destruct / By Anjana ( March 8 , 2017) 

How unfortunate it is, for her sensitive soul to empathize with an inexplicable magnitude, thereby unable to begrudge him for offering her a scarred heart, Because; maybe if she could resent him, even a little; she might have some ease... Continue Reading →

Matters of the hearts

A dewy eyed child, walks into the cacophony of the classroom, and sees her, tucking the lock of wavy hair into the hijab woven onto to the tiny eight year old head of hers. And the eight year old boy... Continue Reading →

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