Pangs of a bookmark…
I am not angry, just hurt coz I am just a book mark in your life which keeps waiting to be briefly touched maybe lingered on a lil’ bit on my lucky days. However, I am sure you...
If I could just love you for the rest of my life I guess I would be happy. Success seems tasteless, victory gives no joy and material possessions and goals seem so very transient and fleeting like the grains of sand in an hour glass. Everything seems hollow n every emotion fake in a possessed labyrinth which…
How lonely can a person be? Under what circumstances can he be lonely? Can a person be lonely only when he is isolated/deserted/all by himself/alone or is he lonely even when he is in a room full of people or in a crowded market place? Can loneliness’ claws grasp/grip a person when he is in a new place surrounded by…