Routine Kills..

She stared at her screen, another day another dream, goes to waste, all the hate stirring up deep inside her. Frustration, desperation, in every situation, She glanced outside at the Sky, hoping for some kind of solution. But, nothing was there. Not anymore. Day in and day out, the same kind of day, On repeat, … Continue reading Routine Kills..

Odd Comfort

Sunday nights almost always have an added pressure on them. Being the night before the work week starts, a good night usually signals a good week. So why am I awake at 2:30 a.m., even though I need to wake up early and get to work? Nightmares. To be honest, I didn't plan on writing … Continue reading Odd Comfort

Fine on my own!

She was made of colours Bursting into flames, Like the clouds crashing Into the mountains; But this was never Only about her; It was always about Something bigger than Her or even you! She looked around, and found herself alone; But when she looked inside, Everything she needed, Was right there.