Shaking the bottle of depression

Why am I so hard to be contained? Why am I fluctuating between my thoughts? The very generous me in the morning doesn’t assure you a very generous me in the evening. But that doesn’t mean I am hating you..! It’s the status quo of my mind, which I am not responsible..! I wonder at…

Embracing the delightful sunshine

The Sun, while picnicking through the sky Was worthy enough to reach and bless her face, To join the eternal purity, which the Sun Himself had believed to be his unique trait. But when it lit up the black hair lashes To confer it a brown coloured texture, So as to match her brown eyes,…