Life is not what it seems to be, but what you believe it to be…
Who am I? Who am I? She sang her heart out. You're a bird, a singing bird. They said and shoo her out. Just a bird? Nothing more? What's my existence about? To sing and fly, not asking why Came a loud shout. Some answer you have to find on your own because how would… Continue reading Who am I?
In a fairyland, on a fairy swing, I want to cry, I want to sing, About the tales of triumph and the ghosts of past, No matter what I feel now; it won't last. Oh lord my lord, give me some swings. I will become a bird with you as my wings. One more try,… Continue reading Swing me to Life
To all those teachers who showed me the light. 🙂
She closes her eyes, her life gets filled with colours. But when she wakes up, it's all black. Still, black is her favourite colour. Because she loves to teach braille. She loves to give something back.
My new raincoat got tested while I was looking for a stream. I was afraid that my paperboat would crumble before its dream. But then I found one nearby our park, pheww! I placed my crumbled boat perfectly and waited for my cue. With a loud thunder from above, I released it from my end.… Continue reading That Day When It Rained
Depression devours its host. It is a symbiote to your personality. It comes in the form of thoughts but starts to become a part of you. And before you even realize, it becomes so indistinguishable from your self-image that you start to believe it's you. It’s only when you see some patterns you get to… Continue reading Depression Devours its Host
