Poetry

Our fate

They say, life is matter of choicesAnd the choices we've takenAre the ones that made usThere were moments When regret obscuredOur tired mindsThough you knowIn…
Poetry

Atrament marks

The days are like blank sheetsSometimes they're hard to readClosed in the pastLived and learned atrament marksAs the pages gatherDays turn into yearsLessons of what…