Me..Me..

I stare at my face, Into my eyes, I see the world, passing by me, All other sounds drowned in my sobs, All other sights blurry to my eyes , I feel dizzy, like I am melting down, It’s kinda hard to explain. Do I need the world? When I have got me, I am… Continue reading Me..Me..

Maa !

A mother sitting beside her ill child in ICU.

“God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.” – Rudyard Kipling Mothers are truly one of a kind. They have arms that were made for holding, for cradling, for loving. Mothers are armed with ears to listen non-judgmentally and mouths to always say the right thing. They are given eyes that can see… Continue reading Maa !

Memories Black & White- A Poem by Sassoto

Something’s different I know, since last that I came home… It’s swimming in the air, don’t know what to call. My feet sink in the sand, memories splash like the foam. This heart is heavier than- the rocks where breakers crash, Yet hollower than the shells, reminders although small Of names two carved on sand,… Continue reading Memories Black & White- A Poem by Sassoto

Birth

Image source : thesun.co.uk In the ocean of pain, the fish of hope was born When the ship of happiness wrecked , the sail was torn Avoiding the predators of suffering it flee But was blinded by the light of infatuation and could no longer see The piranha of selfishness raced towards it Planning to… Continue reading Birth

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