I sang for my girlages before, I found her by the crimson moonAges, before, love was a crimeSome paper, bills, who made it fineTo the melody of her arms,I weep, seldomSo seldom, That, she never made it to my lips!A pair of cupid balls, that joggled... Read More...
Societal bonds, acceptance and pressure many a times makes a person so weak that despite being so vulnerable and in love, people don’t have the courage to step up
I imagine yet another typical Insta-yogi: Fit body in insanely difficult yoga position against spectacular natural background, accompanied by a few clichés about wisdom or love. But no, here's something else.