I breathe, and I breathe till the ticking of the time, Untying the knot, listening to the whispering chime. Tossing and turning, running away from what they want me to be, Till I rasp and repose, till I long to be set free. Tears made of acid seeping through the core, Rolling blunts in hell… Continue reading Just three words..
In a race of surpassing the rest with breaking the news that is more disturbing than the former, we are strangulating ‘humanity’ with our own hands. Capitalizing on the recent sad incident of Peshawar APS attack, people are sharing distressing pictures on social media in order to score in the race of getting more likes… Continue reading The race