Scientist invent and discover many things vital for survival. They always better for betterment of one’s life. Kudos to them.

Its too hot outside.

This is a poem that explains on how two lovers are.

Most people remember their passing months as a series of birthdays, parties, exams, reunions etc. Well there are some unfortunate souls like me who along with those occasions, have a chronology of mother-natures dear visits that just have to be dealt with a grim face.

Poetry.

Should I stay, or should I go?

It is horrible waking up miserable.

Just feeling creative tonight…. perhaps my spirit guide was feeding me lol.

Blaming the world.

Musing over the need to be free through death.