Saying the unsaid..

I know why I was silent, silent all these days; for whenever I did try, it went to unwanted ways. What happened was wrong, but I forgot good times, when we had but sweetness, just remembered sour limes. I did have my own reasons, each were right, I knew; but what did turn to faux, … Read moreSaying the unsaid..

On observing..

I observe, what others just see; at times even don’t see. Small things, that matter not, can stay forgot, but it brings, much difference to a li’l world, I seem to make for myself. I’m blunt, I ask it direct, a curiosity to understand, why life is bland without that little piece; like one missing … Read moreOn observing..