budding writer

Fragrance of January Never Fades…

I remember I was listening a very beautiful love song. My head was down and my eyes were staring the yellow path beneath my feet. I have a habit of gazing patterns on the floor. I know this may seem so strange to many but it’s actually natural for me.

Nobody Sees…

It spooks me wherever I go               So, I hide in the darkest corner where it leaves                       It loudly roars my secrets to the ground on which it crawls                     And haunts me at my own being.         It makes me lose my… Read More ›