Like A Wildflower

Consider how the wild flowers grow.

The “Surplus” Product

I remember the first time I heard the word “Surplus”. It was said by my mom when she arrived one day at our home with one set of encyclopedias that she bought from someone who is selling Surplus products. I was 10 that time and without even enough reason, I imagined them as products shipped…

WORDS HELD BACK

I find myself trapped in a dungeon of words

Like a hidden song inside imprisoned birds

Dear Old Self

I have a bad news for you.

CLUELESS

You chase your dreams without a doubt With your feet chained on the ground You plan your moves along the way Like life is just a chess board game   You sing some songs that tell your pain And wait for the sun when there’s still rain You laugh about the mistakes you made And…

Confession of An ‘Unwanted’ Princess

Last night, I broke down. And here’s the reason why…