You see them laughing like a maniac while you narrate the comedy movie you saw, with your mom the other day. It’s funny Strange too, that you don’t laugh as much as they do. It sickens you to see them

Leisurely vanishing into the forges of life Who knew it would be life wrecking to realise how it all ties up at the end and that It’s not always rainbows and butterflies And then creeping into the slight

“Have you seen a broken man? “ Ah, a broken man. With a broken soul trying to gather all the shattered pieces to put it all back together. The eyes, which seem appealing, yet ironically are, devastated

​She. She’s not someone you see in your dreams or someone you wish goodnight before having a sound sleep. She’ll not tell you that you look attractive on days when you’ve worn something you thought would

Our world is brimful with millions of individuals, all being distinctive in one or the other respect but somewhere, each and every soul roving in quest of one thing that is love. The force that binds and