The healing couldn’t have taken long, but the agony stretched it afar. Made its residues prominent, evident, like sickening tar.   The scars were a mere reminder that the memory is here to stay, The mind scoffed, all the traumatising flashbacks couldn’t have disappeared anyway.   How do you push back thoughts that become a …

The brightest of stars is not compatible to my physique The pilgrims and the wanderers, in me would find what they seek   But then you faltered, perhaps not knowing the monumentality of words You didn’t know I idolise them the way the disenchanted sky is for caged birds. I said I can neither fathom …

YOU TOLD ME The brightest of stars is not compatible to my physique The pilgrims and the wanderers, in me would find what they seek But then you faltered, perhaps not knowing the monumentality of words You didn’t know I idolise them the way the disenchanted sky is for caged birds.   I said   …