Duryodhan in confession

I stepped into the front of the confessional face red and shaking hands, frail   abandoning guilt;trying to balance changing future with my formidable past   the bloody rush of a reckoning with myself, ran through my veins   life in bookmark, still hesitatingly halted at the page of eviction   their lingering departure, myContinue reading “Duryodhan in confession”

two sides to every story

Me, carpe diem’ she was about presence discovered sighs and smiles through her children accumulated persistence as a way of being collecting newness, with every transformation vividly committed, compliance received in inheritance enduring the liveliness of daily life normalcy of motivations surpassed any cynicism daughter to children of a disruptive migration made her the custodianContinue reading “two sides to every story”