Music doesn't define how old your soul is, but it defines the character of who you are right now.
The years behind you is not an artist of your taste in the music notes that tickle your heart, so consider my tongue painted unsatisfied the moment you count it like sheep.
Your code breaths in sequences and frequencies that people weren't meant to understand. its the head of it all of what handpicks the golden road and your colors is what you put on your canvas - clefs holding the hand of the same woven cotton.
I have been thinking about the challenges in democracy and this is what I have come with.
When will we ever find peace ? What is the price for peace that it is so hard to get ? When will government let us live in peace ? I wish we all are less selfish.. but what can i say as a selfish being that i am
Worlds Between. | A Short Story by Rehan Azam
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Hi this is Anurudh yadav
This is my insticts share urs
It wasn't about two months; I just wished you'd be beside me, if only for that one day.
I know how easily the word "just" can erase a wound for everyone except the one carrying it. So I learned to move through the world as gently as I wished someone had moved through mine.