A newspaper cutting seems alive only after a certain period of time. The yellowish page and the decaying quality of the paper seems so archaic in it self. Advertisements
It’s not always about loving yourself Or to adore yourself It’s about knowing your existence, be it good or bad!!
A dream of loveA dream of passion Always ends up in desperation. A touch of you A feeling for you Always ends up in a mere satisfaction
The truth is Not in her eyes, The truth is Not in her tongue As the truth lies in her meaningful existence.
Ego is not a demon, Ego is not an evil root It’s just a feeling secreted from our brain.
The first love we discover/ ed Or the love we want/ ed Is/was just an another need in our humane existence….
We don’t live once, Neither we die once, as each and every day is a war of survival, Life and death are just the passers by in a humane existence.