Broken Heart

Pick up the pieces and sew them together. Tell me the story of a broken heart, that has been so severly crumbled to dust, Like tobacco powder in an old woman’s hands, Grinding the grains using her rough fingers, That the pieces never see the light of day. Show me the vulnerability of a broken … More Broken Heart


      Is it so bad to see people different from us succeed?  The world is continually becoming claustrophobic every single day.  I feel the walls closing in every time a I’m associated to label. The society mercilessly wants me to behave a certain way that a few barbaric individuals have invented. They want … More Stereotypes