Few but all things will change

Few but all things will change, after this night of nightmares ends, the way we looked at the world and now we do, the death that seems new normal will haunt; the path we mustn’t have taken, the dread of death must have been stopped.


The way she passed the bridge of my memory,I lost my way out of the senses.The lights of courage in me was diminished,Flaunted by the winds of first love. Her gaze of glitters stared at me,Like she holds secrecy of wings,A breath that dissolved in me,felt like a fragrance of undiscovered life. I hated being… Continue reading FIRST LOVE | REPOST