I have finally stopped trying to heal...I just hope for my soulPoetry may be my solace from myselfBut in every crack of my heart... You still be - Vibha
Holding On
There is a space between the ribs. It is called emptiness. As hollow as it may seem, it is heavy. I carry it well on the outside but inside the pain is unbearable. I smile, I laugh, I push myself to smile till every muscle of my body tears apart. I may be the happiest... Continue Reading →
Falling Stars
A falling star scratched on the darkness In an otherwise peaceful sky Who let go of whom...?
Through The Coloured Glass 