I wanted freedom in writing but your thoughts are biding me to scribble about you again and again ink is soaked with your colours and pages are mirroring only your name I am lovingly cooped up in your realm
Somebody asked me, What do you do in your free time? “I read maps and devour books. I drink poetry and live words. I weave stories of my world of words and treasure them at my favourite piece of land on the moon. I converse with the Himalayan mountains and breathe tea instead of oxygen. … Continue reading What Do I Do In My Free Time?