By Ankita Pradeep
Tears don't roll down now
Fears don't take over me
My trembling voice is no longer heard by my brain
My heart doesn't feel more pain
They have grown up
They have become habitual...
They learnt to hide themselves
Like my heart does
Me and my emotions have grown up...
By Ankita Pradeep
By Diya Sood To touch a soul. What must it feel like? It seems like some are tainted. Twisted. Tortured. Agonized, even. When does it end? I'm no master. Not a sculptor, most definitely. No Michelange
By Diya Sood Misfit. Bohemian. Who art thou fleeing away from? Everything is dreary But aren't you on your way to glory? Haven't you got some time to spare? Growing older every day. Children shouldn't