Time moves, Never on a pause, Never looking back, Not a second’s turn Time moves. Slipping by gently In sheer seconds And trivial minutes Then striking hours. The hours roll by, As the clock hands make a round Of harmless ticks and a chime. Then like a dream, the day is at its end. But the sun rises again, …
View Post
The lie that is isolation,
Disguised as regeneration,
The acclaimed need for seclusion…
View Post
It all starts recreational;
Entertaining and edifying,
Like a game of cards.
The only kind acceptable is hearts.
If we all remain in our lanes, our world will be characterized by comprehensive orderliness. We’d have just the right persons filling job roles and be consequently blessed with genius level ingenuity, innovations will be a daily affair. There’s enough space for each person to shine on his/ her individual lane.
View Post
Recent Comments