A cobweb. It is delicately woven. Just strong enough for the builder to trot on it. Strong enough for the builder to get his/her desired. ...

Thanks for the memories, I whisper into the air Let it rove and halt, to find you somewhere I see your blurred image, behind my shut eyes...

We grumble. We ache. We silently complain. We wish things get better. We dream of better things. We are constant self naggers. We don’t acce...