A Home

The Dream of a Memory

What does it mean to be humans? To be alive for a fleeting moment till we turn into ash and smoke and become a memory?

In A Thick White Cocoon

Today, I give you an insight into one of Plath's dynamic poems.

We All Are In A Desperate Need of an Escape, Aren't We?

I talked about something here that was quite hard for me to address. Though it's mostly some ranting, I believe I've made a point that you'd all relate to.

A Home

What does the word 'home' remember you of? Is it just a building? Or is it an emotion? Today, I talked of what Home mean to be and could even mean to you through a poem written by a beautiful friend of mine.

When We Have Fears

Today I dedicate a poem to all those we feel at our lowest and times like now when the world seems a tough place to live in. Stay safe and healthy!