Things Happen, The way It has to.
She strolled past my emotions, When I was left with a glimmer, A glimmer of hope and conviction, That I shall stride ways in liberation.
She strolled past my worries, When all I had was agony, I warned myself to keep serene, For plodding are our lives unevenly.
I could feel her fingers slip away, Away from mine, in anguish. And my world succumbs before her When the moment left me vanquished.
Life is a bubble, Make it as delusional as possible!
Personal Views and Experience of the Universe
An Empyrean Cycle
Things Happen, The way It has to.
Learner at Love
Things Happen, The way It has to.
Reading, writing, wit, and the occasional run with safety scissors
Lifestyle, Personal & Random
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DISSENT, DEBATE, CREATE
I speak my mind and write my heart.
Together, Let's move a step ahead.. !!!
For The Malayali Within You
Do What You Love.
Vegan Recipes
Being Walter Mitty. A day dreamer's imprint.
എനിക്ക് തോന്നുന്നതെല്ലാം എഴുതാനൊരിടം. സിനിമയെ കുറിച്ചും പുസ്തകങ്ങളെ കുറിച്ചും മനസ്സിൽ തോന്നുന്ന എന്തിനെ കുറിച്ചും.
Recollect. Reimagine. Express.
