She lived in a bubble, Caged in the glassy coccoon, She saw the outside world, In a pristine hue. The refracted truth, The sheathed life, The veiled truth, Life a lie! A frothy placebo, That showed what it wanted to tell, She floated in the pink panorama, Weaving an illusionary web. She was happy, She… Continue reading A Bubble
The power of pink, A cynosure so brazen, Yet love radiates. A very Happy Women's Day to all of you. A salute to the Pink Brigade.
Hoping against hope, Fighting her life's stormy tides, She anchored future.
A plan, Woven on dreams, A life manifesto, It was against the protocol, Now gone. Via: https://wp.me/p4fJkz-vz
You leave pieces of yourself, Scattered everywhere you frequent, And your memories are suspended in time. Every life that you have brushed up against, Lives with an imprint of you, That is trapped in their mind. Time may change you, But, Your memory will forever remain the same. It's like leaving each place, That you… Continue reading Shadows have remained
I got up with a heavy heart. There is a leaden weight around it that is drowning it,pulling it down, suffocating it, throttling it until it's hoarse cries are rendered silent. My heart bleeds at the thought of the pain and agony that the young, minor girl must have gone through. As her picture flashes,… Continue reading No words….
Why should you feel guilty when you are not the culprit? Why should you remain quiet when you are the victim? But the most important question is why should you be the victim?