The Scars we Carry

We fall. Get bruised. And carry the scars. Forever. Some are visible. While others remain hidden from the naked eye. But scars, they are. Some we carry proudly. Others hold the memories of our – Stupidity. Carelessness. Idiocy. And all other imbecile words. However, with each scar – We grow up. Not just physically or […]

The Blue Shirt

Cut and stitched I was Dyed with indigo blue Adorned by those little white dots With a bow at the neck, which I hate. Washed and ironed Packed up in the little transparent bag And transported to that shop to be displayed I was tried and thrown and tried again. Until… I was picked up […]