It's hard to forget and forgive something that has had a gut wrenching effect on you. You want to talk about it. But you are shut down. You are asked to keep quiet, act mature and move on. You are asked to heal in an unnatural way. You have to suck it up just so that the world seems to be liveable. But are bygones really bygone?

Life is hard but the sooner you accept the odds...the faster you can be even with life

Who would you choose- The Love of your Life or The love that gave you Life.

Blurred vision seldom lets us think straight. We are our own cataract and how we treat it is upto us.

The poem describes the heart of a prostitute who is pure to the soul and yearns to fly high up in the sky