Writing is cathartic. It helps you pour your pent up emotions, helps you heal from the trauma that you’ve been suffering from.

Wordplay is the greatest gift of mankind, or is it??

An old man, living alone, sitting by his fireplace, reminiscing old memories. He’s sick and awaits death in the lonely corner of his room.

Crying in the rain.

My attempt on the poetry prompt “doors”.

This poem is my life mantra.. presenting to you my rendition of Invictus by William Ernest Henley.

A shadorma is a form of poetry originating from Japan. I’ve tried to use the wordplay in that form to describe the meaning of my name.

I’m a blogger. Writing mostly about my thoughts and muses.How little things affect me. This one here is my way of describing the changes of the seasons.