Pride


Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Pride, I had wrapped myself in it. A garb of the young,  the cloak of the naive, The veil of the ignorant! I knew not that time spares none Yes, not even me! Why was I surprised at being thus reduced? Wasn't it, but inevitable? Wasn't it meant to be?... Continue Reading →

Stories


Stories:  They should come with a manual. We should be warned before they begin. And told exactly  When they will end. Stories: They shouldn't catch us off guard like this. They shouldn't leave us floundering, Astounded, Hanging by the threads. Knowing not whether they unravel Or whether they keep weaving new strands. Stories:  We make... Continue Reading →

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