Picking Up The Pieces

Where do I start? Where are the remnants of my past? I do not remember nor do I care, I am now stranded with the shallowness of a frightening present. — I was once a child, Even as… Read More

The day white collared jobs turned blue!

Is this how it is supposed to be? Me, after all that arduous studying, graduating, and finally a white collared worker, starting off with a reasonably high income, all because of my studious qualification, now, a confused, tired,… Read More

The Centrefold of Beauty

There are days when I gaze, at these gentle flowers, So consuming in their colors and fragility. It becomes the centrefold of beauty. —— She once stood on a rock, Uplifted by its strength, Even through her blistered… Read More