"Baby please say something…" Trisha begged, pulling the blanket closer to her body, as she watched him pace back and forth in front of her.

Groping and searching, arms stretched out wide In an effort to find something to seize Stumbling and shaking from side to side Crawling in the dark, no moments of ease

‘There is a popular belief among anthropologists that you much immerse yourself in an unfamiliar world in order to truly understand your own.’ Ayaan stared at the line he had written on the page o

A story that tells of what is love .

small poem

The 2nd instalment of my adaptation of the Dickens' classic

i haven't written too many poems before, but i had this idea and figured it'd work. please help me and tell me what wrong and right about it.

Life is like a game of draughts. Everyone has the potential to be something great, Each piece has a chance at becoming King. In life there is always someone better than you.