The Might of a Warrior..

Renounced off the flowing river, has it always been the quaver? Of the child behind the crumbled closet, deluded is whose mind lying upset. Always wanting to be there, emotions tending to bloom where. Sometimes to please and sometimes be pleased, knowing that the imaginations won’t be ceased. Like the ocean standing still, wished to... Continue Reading →


Your fairytale..

If a life I could fathom for you, be a fairytale. I'd tell of a valiant princess Morphed of stardust, in a frame so frail

The Soul of a Wanderer..

How can someone possibly confine himself to the same set of circumstances when there is a whole ocean of possibilities around the world? I would better choose to be a rebel wanderer than a slave for life.

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