If I can escape this morbidity of mind, I will flee to the mountains of creativity, drench under the shower of zest, till salvation can find. If I can surrender from this race, I will catch my breathe of life, spectate and not partake, end the fear of failure, that I face. If …
[Poetry] A window of thoughts
A prisoner looks through the narrow window of his prison cell and retrospects his past actions and life. This poem is a shadow of his thoughts. Opened my eyes to a window of thoughts; But failed to look up at the sun above. It is bright and shining; enlightened. I envy it, jealous a …