Who are you? A crooked line on a face A wrenched heart Or a broken soul Who are you? You are just pieces Pieces of hatred ...

As a new mother few years back I was faced with a lot of questions. What is good and what is not good for my little bundle of joy? There w...

It is the 9th night. She had counted. This is the place; this is the exact spot where she had lost everything. This is where her life was....

Trees swaying to the music Some with orange hue Some pink and some blue She sits under them Her wavy hair touching her face and ...

“Stop it” Maria screamed. “Who are you? Stop following me. Stop screaming in my ears. Come out if you need help but please those screa...