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Tumbles of my life

The little ups and downs of my journey through life

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perceptions

Claustrophobia

Breath caught in your lungs fuel tired bones pushing against the walls closing over you . When everything turns pitch black you clamber to reach out for a strand of hope or a few. And you try to outrun the... Continue Reading →

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Faith can move mountains

The world now stands blotched in the blood dripping from the souls of faith, Painted on the vast,beating conscience; the brushes wielded by hearts of hate. And in their sanctums of worship , lies their innocent bones buried in dust... Continue Reading →

Drowning in the chaotic misery that is my heart; dilapidated, shattered , misused : they call it art. Still beating ,despite the cracks, the splinters or the botched tape, I wonder ; will it let the light in or my... Continue Reading →

As white hot pain pulsated through my veins I wondered of heartbreaks ; of madness and of the sane. And as slowly the colors of my life went up in smoke, the ink flowing through my fingers, of barren emotions... Continue Reading →

And when the scream does not reach your tongue and instead gets choked in your lungs What do you do ? And when the dreams turn into the nightmares where your bones are too tired to run What do you... Continue Reading →

How powerful can the written word be ? Powerful enough to move mountains and to break winds. Powerful enough to cut our tongues and shape our sins .

  Creator :- she is called as her ache bring upon rains With thunderstorms in her hair and lighting in her veins Destroyer :- she is called as hurricanes are born from her wrath , But she is the most... Continue Reading →

I will always wonder how you managed to cut me open with the barbed wires of my own walls, And with the bruises you paint over my skin , black, blue and purple, how could you stand so proud and... Continue Reading →

How depression is shamed for being a first world problem.

I am slowly losing myself , draining grains of sand into the waves of darkness lapping up on the shores of my life. My habits are changing, and so are my sources of comfort. In between the pages of books... Continue Reading →

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