“She is a beautiful piece of broken pottery, put back together by her own hands. And a critical world judges her cracks while missing the beauty of how she made herself whole again.” ― J.M. Storm A ball of sagging clay in your hands taking shapes between the ridges of your fingers getting knead by … Continue reading Potter
“Home isn't a place, its a feeling” ― Cecelia Ahern, Love, Rosie The air is heavy with your words deeply scented with your memories laced with your unspoken words I am gasping for my breath choking at times when they come back and haunt me titillate me and arouse me sometimes with their fragrance evermore but still … Continue reading Home
When I heard you the first time I shifted my gaze to look for you in that crowded room your deep-throated voice stirred something inside my soul and started something I didn't know When I heard you the first time I felt as if you have called out to my sleeping soul and shook me … Continue reading Voice
I'm in entwined with you you ask me how I say, as the vines embrace the strong arms of the tree for their love and sustenance I say, I'm inseparable from you you ask me how I say, as the clouds hiding the bouts of rain in them I'm submerged in you you ask me … Continue reading I say,
Don't ask me to explain why I need your love, a parched soul, in the search of that oasis even the slightest glance of you quenches my heart Don't ask me to explain why I need your love, a wild deer, galloping in the thicket of the forest seeking fervently for that musk seeded within his … Continue reading Why I need your love?