Anathema

Anathema! Anathema!! Anathema!!! deafening screams waging war, define me if you would, it’s my word against theirs.

Love Speaks

Love peeps from the door left ajar, silver lining it seems for a life gone sore, nudge off the cliff of despair to a blanket of hope slather by men, like a feel of Grishneshwar temple drop.