An oxymoronic_psyche, who is wandering but not lost.
The fine refine sand spilled over the glass, Hands moving around it painting an life out of . The curls on hair were similar to mine, The face that is carved, resembles mine shot of . Within an instant, the image changed, The hands moved and a face was drawn. It looked similar to my…
Continue reading ➞ A sand art or is it related to my life???
A memory is suddenly and unexpectedly revisited, A memory is unburied from the coffin of past. A memory is opened from the door which was locked, A memory is cleared from the fog that had been cast-ed. A small region of our brain is…
Past is like a season, The time you think its gone, It arises with new spring or storm fall. Past is like a dream, The moment you open your eyes, It disappears but stay forever in subconsciously. The moments…
It is hard to get you back... The last night I really missed you.. The online chat and with all the love I showed, It all went waste when you still didn't turn to me. The second's appearance I got on video calling, It gave a hope you will be back, When I caught you with tears. …
Continue reading ➞ With the hope that one day you will feel for me back.
