I get life. I know shit happens.
Meet me in the middle of your story. When the soul is worn but wise.
Do you know the Bona fide me?
There is much more always left, a vacancy which no one can fathom.
Can a few things be meant for you and few things not?
To you, with love.
Have you seen dreams? And have you seen a one or two break?
Like trickles of frost adorning the eye-lash, life will drizzle as blessing in disguise. And at the loss of a beloved, shall it slink through your eyes.
Few Days are harder than the rest.
Hey folks, This is not a blog. I have started with my podcast now streaming on anchor, Spotify, Google podcasts, Apple podcasts and similar podcasting applications. The recording is in Urdu and Hindi for native listeners interested in listening to incredibly famous poems relevant in the mordern times. I am sharing with you the link… Continue reading Aawaz – A Podcast