Survivor/ Victim ?

As I look extensively at my device willing it to work optimally It seems like the break down transpiring is mine rather than the device’s My little bother seems bothered to witness my unfamiliar demeanor My mother just looks from behind the pillars gently leaving a worried exculpatory sigh For she knew and had been…

The love letter from the sea

As long as I can remember, I’ve always been enamored by the magnanimity of the seas The way its tantalizing waves swim ashore and wash away the traces of happiness and melancholy engraved within the fleeting remnants of the sand , I stood by and watched mesmerized as the sea took it all away and…