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Some paint from a place too deep for words, the hue of memories half asleep. And others paint the light … Continue reading Art

September

Ah ! The soft, poetic, golden pause between summer and winter, we called ‘September’. m.a. Continue reading September

It is the irony of this world that people express anger and hatred without restraint, and love with hesitation. m.a. Continue reading Irony

The sky mingled with the Earth infinitely in the tenderness of rain drops. m.a. Continue reading Raindrops

I am like the moon. I change everyday. I am constantly becoming and unbecoming. m.a. Continue reading Moon

There is a black hole in my heart where my dreams collapsed. m.a. Continue reading Collapse

We spend so many years trying to learn words, when it is really the pauses we need to understand. m.a. Continue reading Silence

The aimless seething that drifted through my days, scorched bare every thread that bound me. m.a. Continue reading Seething

After remorse, sustained sadness is the most soul crushing burden to bear. m.a. Continue reading

We drown in despair, and seldom, we go a long way down, .. and sometimes that unhinges us. m.a. Continue reading Hinges