Smudged Another Clean Page…
Today I destroyed…
Another page of my notebook.
An empty page so clean and free,
I destroyed it’s peace… Continue reading
Life is so different from fiction,
Fiction is far from the reality.
Every fiction ends in a happy ending,
But reality faces hurdles one after the other. Continue reading
It is strange how time acts like a termite,
My hands so weak cannot do a things right.
They are now wrinkled and mere a reflection of my age,
Was a time wrote long letters, and now not a page. Continue reading