Delicate like a feather
In a wild hurricane
Jealous like an in-law
Suffering like a beggar
I long for connection
To give me direction
But also shared memories
But I am here drinking tea alone
Hoping to see you soon
Is like believing in fairies
Delicate like a feather
In a wild hurricane
Jealous like an in-law
Suffering like a beggar
I long for connection
To give me direction
But also shared memories
But I am here drinking tea alone
Hoping to see you soon
Is like believing in fairies
Is God Playing Games With Us?
Heartfelt conversations with my mind!
Understanding creativity, and the human nature.
embrace the magic
Poetry, Stories, and Other Musings With Spilt Ink
An Attempt to Use Words to Bridge the Gap in Our Hearts
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
binge thinking and other things in life
Nothing is immortal
Now we see through a glass, darkly
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Casting for the Deep
"you will find pieces of me wherever you wander"
Poetry & Musings of Life & Faith
Scribbles by Afzal Moolla
#LiveRestored
A Soulful Touch, in Writing