Why people hate the truths of the world.
The greatest sorrows
always peek into the greatest truths.
A wisp, a sliver, a keyhole glimpse.
Like June air thick with rain spraying,
tempting with the promise of drenching.
Lambent sunlight filtering
through the clouds’ foreboding,
ever conscious of its ability to blind.
Intoxicating, like mornings heavy
with the fervour of a dream lived,
yet grasping to remember,
the few rare fragments that linger.
IF YOU CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT, DON'T STOP WORKING FOR IT!
Decades of her words.
Goodies from my mailbox and camera...
Health, Ideas, style, social, awareness.
Paak Islamic Dua To Get Your Lost Love back and Daily Life Problems
sustainable systems & storytelling
Today is a good day. Let's make the best of it.
A Journey in My World
Poetry, Short stories, Blog, Titan
