Cosmic.

Cosmic. I visited a dead city once. It had no roads, no shelters, no bodies. There were only broken walls, shattered roads, and souls - an aftermath of war. I believe that after our final lesson of letting go of life, the souls learn how to stay and so among these ruins, they kick back, … Continue reading Cosmic.

Languages, medicines and magicians.

What has music been for you? Let me know in the comment section below! Enjoy reading. "Music is a safe kind of high." - Jimi Hendrix Music is a language, a medicine and a magic trick. Dance to it. Music was his mother-tongue. His tongue fumbled when he spoke English as if it were a … Continue reading Languages, medicines and magicians.

Whisky Words: Project (10)

This is Submission TEN of The Whisky Words. The Whisky Words is a writing project (and a giveaway). The winner has been announced. I want to break free. She walked with him on the beach.They rarely meet and this is one such rare day. She withheld her craving to hold his hand. It was a … Continue reading Whisky Words: Project (10)