A poem relating the loss of innocence to a flower being crushed.

The joys of being 26.

Do you have someone who you can’t seem to reach?

Some of the thoughts I was over whelmed with when mama was diagnosed with cancer.

कुछ तो कर कुछ तो नया बना ।

Just how far can you go?

I’m hurtful.

This poem is about the reflection I see. What is written in this poem such as "Blood stains my face" and "Tears mix with the cuts on my cheeks", I am not being truthful. This never happened. This is simply an imaginative poem.

The lads bible…For those not from the uk "mate" means friend.

Well, we have NO control so what can we do?