Storyteller
How oft do you see men walking through the streets having eyes begging to be met. How oft do you see them roaming half-naked, not showing but showcasing their open wounds. Not clanking money in their pockets or whatever vessel they hold, but walking shamelessly, barefoot, with something below the waist. And with it they […]
Read More Painting pictures of beggars down the street!To someday of bliss, when I just want to kiss the chances of risk. To someday of haste, when I’m just running circles to dye my hair. To someday of calm of serene hills and dark sky star gaze. To someday of time, when I stayed up all night turning pages, reading lines. To someday […]
Read More To SomedayWhat if the beauty fades away and leaves you pale sitting astray. What if the fiction is no more a tale but comes alive leaving a trail. What if the person you can’t stand helps you in a way that you can’t repay. What if all the food was for free; and the air charged […]
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