London bridge did not fall down, it only shined bright like a diamond

I have only been in London for seven days but I felt like I’ve already been there for years, that when I was about to leave, it feels like I’m slowly drifting away… Continue reading

Indeed I’m tired

From the crowded tube filled with noise, to a circle surrounded with intrinsic hypocrisy, clarity and bits of harmony were bound with wire, they are clamoring in my head, Indeed, I’m tired. I’m… Continue reading

Memory Pill

You are my memory pill, someone from the past who serves as a remedy for my broken soul, a sweet thing that happened to me years ago when I was still so young,… Continue reading

Off course in a clear road

I’m losing my way. Whatever game this is, I’m on the verge of losing it. But it’s not like I’ve ever wanted to win, it’s not like I intend to sacrifice my own… Continue reading

My passion for music and Lana Del Rey

“Music makes me literally happy,” I thought, after I found myself smiling while listening to some of Lana Del Rey songs, which I’ve just been discovered few days back. I don’t have a… Continue reading


I’m longing for a change, a beautiful one. I’m willing to cross a disinclined path, I’m willing to endure the pain of undying patience it requires me, I’m willing to sacrifice my reality… Continue reading

His name is Cristian

We were looking at the three-legged dog that suddenly appeared into our sight. We were at the park in front of the hotel we’ve been staying for almost six days now, seated on… Continue reading

Quick bliss

What, where, when and to whom you can find bliss? I think I just found mine, right now, right here at my favourite coffee shop, at the right spot, with the right drink.… Continue reading

If first love dies…

Until now, she’s still being haunted by those memories, 360 days have passed and just few little advancement, She still fumbles through the same sentiments, Wanting to move on, Yet wanting to go… Continue reading

How a dream could fuck me up

Lately I’ve been having weird dreams about the past and as much as I hate it, it’s not like I could control it. They were not purely bad, I mean my dreams. Most… Continue reading