Creativity: the use of imagination or original ideas to create something. These days my creativity has died in a hole and I have been coming up with nothing to write about in any form. It's probably all my laziness but to some extent, I can blame my surroundings. Well, I'd like to think I can.… Continue reading A Little Ramble
Iowa; the Land of Corn and Fields of Opportunity. Not too long ago, I found myself in the Midwestern oddity. To say I was shocked is a complete understatement. With huge pieces of land and small houses accompanying them, majority of the state looked like it was completely deserted. If Iowa looked like that from… Continue reading Iowa
Speak. Say anything, anything to end this pain of mine. I look at you lying in front of me, peaceful and at rest but all I can think about is your raspy voice which comforts me. You lay here but the pain of missing you makes me numb. Speak, because that is all I want… Continue reading Speak
I first heard your name a few moths ago. I was sitting on the couch when my mother's friend uttered your name. Then I learnt about you. Your interests, your likes, your dislikes, anything one could know about someone, I knew about you. In those two days, I felt like I had already met you… Continue reading N.A.F.
"Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside"-Lin Manuel Miranda. "The place where they were attacked is more than a nightclub -- it is a place of solidarity and empowerment where people have come together to raise awareness, to speak their… Continue reading Love Is Love
A beautiful blond haired boy sits across me with earphones in his ears while bouncing his leg to the beat of the music. His pale hands stick out from underneath his baggy grey sweatshirt to scroll through his phone. He often looks up at me but avoids eye contact whenever I look at him. His… Continue reading Sitting at an Airport, Waiting…
"I wanna sleep next to you but that's all I wanna do right now." The moment the brush hit the blank canvas, the Artist vanished into a world of his own. A world in which he and his lover lay under the starry sky without fear. In which he could kiss those lips and hold… Continue reading His Blue-Haired Boy