Job, family, friends, society, and all other worldly relations, You play numerous roles, on the Shakespeare stage, At times content, some times irritate, With practice, you develop your variations. Every tick in the clock, with each breath used, moment by... Continue Reading →
To love you was my choice; To leave me was yours; Though I hate being destroyed; But, I won't have any grudge against you, my dear.
I won't be a nurturer, anymore. I will be an assassin; who would slit your throat, dare you cross your line.
"You sparked the fire which burned my soul..."