By Danish Kamal
Of late, I've been trying to make sense of love.
I make sure I don't get hurt
at the same places, for the same things.
I'm treading with poise, trying to avoid danger.
And that's what the dangerous part of loving someone is.
You begin to make sense
and you ruin a lot of things.
By Danish Kamal
By Nandhini Chithra Dear Death, Tasting the pains of melancholy, Kissing the aches of monotony, Deep despair is piercing down- my wailing heart, silenced. Silence me fore ever, So I could hear no more
By Krupa Elsa Saji He is the fiercest king across the islands of Maestro, Nobody dares to place foot on the land he claims his own. There is no word passed against his will No redemption from the guil