I, Prince Kampular Kaine II writes this with my hands to all Medes and Persians, of all the things I have seen and experienced from infant to this day, making me your King. Who would have thought that the one known as Kaine, my slave self was the very prince and only son of […]
Dora picked up Jamal’s picture and smoothed her fingers across his bearded jaw. She had countlessly tucked their memories under her pillow at night and waited anxiously for him in her dreams but he wouldn’t show up. Even when the nights stood still whenever she thought of him, she still wouldn’t find a sweet
On nights like this, he used to hold my hand while I hold him in my heart, but tonight_ the sky is full of stars and my heart is meshed with scars. / shattered like shards of a broken crystal, the relic of his breath in my mouth now tastes like my tears_ sour and
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Pictorial carmine, Reddish brown or Pink? A recreation of solitude, he was Bit by bit, he broke me down Even when I couldn’t erase him from my thoughts Like a soft petal, he arrived with a rosy hue And he explored the serenity of my affection Desperation and desolation held me back I
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I want to talk about the π¨π°π―π¦ π£πΆπ΅ π―π°π΅ π§π°π³π¨π°π΅π΅π¦π― days when___ I was a pedestrian on the highway With the bright and succulent mangoes Assembled in the tray sitting on my head Every day after 2 pm__ when my mates did their assignments With my school uniform, still on, I would perambulate ππ¨π’π―ππ’ Swinging
James took a deep breath, dropped his phone into his pocket and hot pain rushed into his chest. He surveyed the busy street ahead of him and received a text notification on his phone. “I’ll be needing a makeover for the birthday shoot too baby”, It was a message from his girlfriend, Her younger sister
