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Of all adversaries, My greatest nemesis Has been the mind: The most powerful, Most intimidating - For its weapon Is the ability to self-destruct.              ...

When it comes to death, many like to point fingers at everyone but the newly deceased. You hear irritated mutters about the incompetent doctor,...

We have betrayed the Hippocratic oath - Do not make the first cut if the ailment may subside otherwise, do not take action if waiting may solve...

When there is a hole in a sock, your toes would crinkle to hide it in embarrassment. That’s how she felt at his sight;...

I like the morning When the rest of the world is still sleeping Oblivious to the sun rising Deaf to the sound of kettle whistling Or the smell...

There was a girl, who at the tender age of playing hide-and-seek in pursuit of friendship, dreamed of saving the townsfolk from the comprehensive...

It isn’t the same anymore. Without you here, A park is nothing, But a lake of green grass, But an air of shaded gloom, Because it feels dark, And I drown, With memories of you, Forcing their way into my lungs, While I instantly forget to breathe. I guess, in a way, You still leave me breathless. We used to walk here, But I guess I should get used to this, With this emptiness by my side; Day by day, Step by step. I swear the wind sounds like you breathing, Slowly, calmly, softly, And it hurts, It hurts to think of you, It hurts to know, That I would drop the world, To hear you breathe one more time. The wind still blows, It’s as if you are filling my arms, And I can feel you there like before, As though you never left, As though I could still love you, As though I could change your mind, As though, because it is not real, And the wind passes by. The park is just a frame, One I walk by to look, Alone and in pain, To remember what once was.

In the food universe, they say that local is the new exotic. So we might as well make the best of this season’s gleaning...

I’m all alone, in these four walls and not Upset, happy, angry, sad, nothing at all Anticipation and fear as I revisit this after   Five, six, nine,...

Ever since I can remember I’ve identified as a feminist. I never really understood what this term meant but I guess through various medias...