An Ode to Monday
Excerpt: “The alarm clock screams a song of war. I hit snooze, once, twice, four. My soul is t...

"A post for psoting"
A curated space for your fleeting metaphors, unfinished verses, and visual poetry.
"To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower..."
Handpicked selections from the garden.
Excerpt: “The alarm clock screams a song of war. I hit snooze, once, twice, four. My soul is t...
I do not believe in accidents. I do not believe that in a universe of infinite chaos, spanning billi...
Arz kiya hai: Kaun kehta hai ki mohabbat barbad karti hai?Koi nibhane wala ho to duniya yaad karti h...
The coffee has gone cold, and the rain against the glass only knows how to whisper your name in a la...
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