Anyone who brightens my dark side has a super special place in my heart. They alone know me truly, experience me totally. Cheers to such people who explore the nakedness of others and their own souls.
Do our problems qualify to be called as problem when we have millions of people around us who don't have access to clean water, healthcare, food or basic necessities of life.
I don't know what happened but I woke up crying. The heart was heavy and eyes filled with undefinable sorrow. As if something so sadly buried in the deep core of mine just erupted like a volcano. This loneliness was never part of the plan of my life, why has it come with such great force? Why my story is getting tangled and beyond control? Why people around me have failed to understand my soul? What is this punishment for?