amidst stolen glances and silent touches I live  under the starry skies and dim lights surviving sleepless nights scribbling dead poetries in a maze of complex narratives and beautiful metaphors reminiscing the conversations and constructs… my soul craves for that imperfect one… – my first love! What do you see?

stream of consciousness

in this moment with the baggage of past with the worry for future and forgetting the present it takes strength to hold on but courage to let go… crying out loud is a luxury but sadly the word strength is misunderstood sometimes…