On an unpleasant encounter with an unpleasant person and how I saw myself out of it.
Cycling Into Oblivion…..
On cycling into oblivion free of all baggage. On how I felt before and how it is now.
The Whimsical Illusion Of Love….
a sonnet on a heartbroken guy over his illusion of love.
His Eyes Said It All….
A sonnet for him- my better half, my friend, my critic, my enemy…. On understanding his inexpressive nature…
When Will It End?……
This sickens me to my stomach!! Literally!!! I have an unfortunate habit of personalizing things. But please do let me know if what I am about to say shouldn’t become personal!! I know quite a few people in the very same situation actually! I will not name names, but I am really sorry my dears…
Too much love?.