Off till exams! Catch you soon, bloggers 🙂
The bitterest truth of me: when I look into me, I can’t think of any role I’m really good at. A friend, a daughter, a sister, a granddaughter, a writer, a blogger, a reader, a singer and so much more…but what am I good at? I’M A LOST PLAYER. This is where I’m perfect.
Latest in the string of my depressing poetry series, this one’s relatively more evocative than descriptive.
If my fantasies can’t be true, then they can’t be crumpled by you either. They are what they are and they grace me with their existence.
The latest mass molestation that took place in India, is probably one of the latest cracks in the feeble glasses of womanhood.
Tired of walking, is this me?