I’m out of breath.
But I don’t stop.
Something’s chasing me.
And I’m running. Continue reading Running
Life has come to an end, The moments I lovingly spend, approach fast like a train, as if everything in vain. That essence of mine is about to leave, as if carried away by a breeze. Every part of me is dying, my body is still lying, my wickedness haunts me, my conscience taunts me, for all the hurt that I caused, for all the … Continue reading Death: The Eternal Truth
I lied down on my bed at night, closed my eyes and wondered what my perfect place would be like. Continue reading Hiraeth
‘A Doll’s House,’ a part of the epicentre of modern literature, was scripted and produced in the early 19th century. This was a kairotic period in the nascent stages of the Feminist movement in Norway. The world (setting) created by Henrik Ibsen in his play – ‘A Doll’s House’ has a stark similarity to the world that Ibsen lived in-the 19th century Norway. The cognate … Continue reading The Cultural and Social Background of the Play ‘A Doll’s House’
Broken and bruisedBy expressing emotion,For a crime she was accusedWith feelings as vast as the ocean,She submitted to a man with an abundance of devotion. Never will she realize,Her will shouldn’t be suppressed,She has no reason to cry and apologize,Not standing up for herself left her heavily depressed;Always she wishes that with a strong mind,A free spirit she had been blessed. I’m sorry,A phrase she … Continue reading Mind in Despondency
From whom you hide ,to whom you recite.
Not everyone will make you their pride, Continue reading Not All & Sundry
A man sits on a lonely ledge staring out into a great expanse , the afternoon sun beating him down just as all of life did before. Continue reading A Story of Isolation