Writings
Rise
Fearing the mist of the future We live in the shadows of our past Ignoring the warmth of the present Becoming the light that'll never last...
Tryst with Time
Sunday. Yet another day after a Saturday. A day where the mind would like to float in calming thoughts, but like always, is punctured with the dawn of the next week...
Where shadows breathe
Light in all its forms and glory leaves traces,imprints of its rendition of people, places, things, creatures big and small, flowers-blooming & wilting...
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