It has been a year. A year where many inevitable and unmatched events happened. A year where we lost to our dreams, Hope and goals. Most awaited events turned out to be nightmares. As we grew, understanding how different it is set to be. The flame of good hope lighting up. It became a must
Author: Soovan Sharma Dookhoo
Before the midnight thunder resounds, I would just allow myself to flow in the stream of mixed emotions. As the winds swayed through the damp forest, I seek your scent into mesmerising me. Either as soothing as dark wood or as captive as the sea breeze from horizons. Not a pot of gold, nor a
Christmas star is symbolical to the most dazzling northern star. Standing out, leading the emotions we cherish. As I grew, my faith in Christmas meant the day of the year where new born joy and hope rekindled. To be loved, feel the wave of affection as we marched through the storm, I held you in
25.11.2020 International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women Violence against women and girls takes many forms, including rape, domestic violence, harassment at work, abuse in school, female genital mutilation and sexual violence in armed conflicts.These forms of violence are widespread throughout the globe, and perpetrators often go unpunished.International Day for the Elimination of
To be loved for real. Feel the unseen affection each and every day. The heart links our brain with emotional enigma. Are we understood? Endless days, multiple restrictions yet emotions stood out. We feel, we interact yet that one person makes the whole difference. A man shall be remembered for the efforts he put it,
We feel emotions. As long as nourished it will flourish. The timeline of human emotions triggers multiple chapters. We communicate with the heart. Lifestyle changes upon the importance of priorities. Slight variations come with ripples of assumptions. The Why to the When? How it was and Now it is scars. Constant wounds unseen. Looking for
The light of the day vanishes as the dark quiet night takes over. We all live the day, schedule our own share of tasks. In the darkness of the night, I shall fall into the memories, cherished, felt and to live with. From the roses at her doorstep, to live with the wish it happened.
Tiredness soring, the weekend comes to an end. Another couple of days to make it. Normally quiet, how active to be when the weekend fed in limited energy. Her spirituality encircles her like an empty room. Dim sunlight passing through the dusty wooden walls. The basics of good old furniture with humidity paving its way.
Yesterday is gone, yet what has been felt shall be remembered. Opportunities are endless as far as we are restless. Yet the mind we breed derives its thoughts from the shadow of the past. For the instance we dive to drive, the gloomy cold self shall not fade out. To anticipate comes from setbacks. far
Twitchy, the evening was all he would wish for. A day hindered by unusual circumstances and events, thoughts rushed as he made his way to the room. Moist, humid weather the cold breeze that sailed by was not enough to bring his mind to rest. Polite yet engaging through she mystery she has been. On
