Reflections

It’s night again..and all i want to do is write.. not sleep.. Just write.. no idea what.. all the thoughts that come up, stirred.. all the feelings that arise up like a smoke.. all the sadness, i just want to tear it out and let it flow.. ~ but this full stomach.. doesn’t make you… Continue reading

Reflections

Why do poets, writers and even we normal people put the unrequited kind of love so high on a pedestal? Why does that love look so much more purer than any other love? Esp the love which is reciprocated..it does not seem that ‘good enough’ why? We want what we can’t get and what we… Continue reading