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Tumbles of my life

The little ups and downs of my journey through life

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perceptions

Our greatest and the most singular instinct is self-preservation. In today's world it may not be as physical as it was before, but all of us in these concrete jungles , strive for our own survival.When someone close to you... Continue Reading →

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I have tasted the sting of loneliness in the back of my tongue with your hand entwined in my own; the aftertaste of which, broke my soul more often than when I was alone. -Lonely in your company/ By Anjana... Continue Reading →

A self deceived mind, tired bones, and a shattered heart makes the world outside seem like a trap , your hopes draining. As scary as it seems, baby you are just starting and its a such sad thing to feel... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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)

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