Prose

This is the willful goodbye!


Swirling around us, invisible yet potent; Failure rages, victory smiles, tears fall, Lives will break and yet, unabashed, death will take its toll. Wouldn’t it be great to run away from responsibilities? What more would one want than to live free? You can’t deny that the  taste of freedom is sweet. Even sweeter is death.… Continue reading This is the willful goodbye!

Prose

Mobility isn’t that mobile anymore.


Sometimes, in an effort to be seen as strong, we often grow apart. From people who matter. And when we finally look back, they seemed to have moved on too. But at a slightly faster pace than us. Lately, in an effort to forget the things which broke my heart, I’ve been walking alone, hardly… Continue reading Mobility isn’t that mobile anymore.