the sun heats the Monday coloured soil,camouflaging itself,living by the side of the ocean,it is raining bright hues of red, like fireto heat up and expose the brown sandhiding by the shades of blue.sun wants to heat up the sandand make it a reflection of its own,but sand has stolen some coloursfrom the waves crashing…
Author: Muskan sharma
A wandering soul, in search of shelter for my overflowing thoughts.writing is a love story, of my soul and my quill which I carry within myself. A self taught content writer and editor.
Beware!!
girls who talk loudand laugh freely are a threat,to those who cant hear voicesof women over theirs. girls who make their own choiceswho dont wait for the clockto strike in favour and who buildtheir own fate are threat,for the believers of luckand who worship the hands of clock. girls who dance outtheir emotions and speakthrough…
ROAD TO HEAVEN
I am walking through hellfire,with gusts of flameshitting my face,tears soaking my now soft (burnt) skin,pain and heat rushing beneath my skin.every step feels harderthan the previous one, andmy courage weakens,it is a one-way road,I need to keep walking,either to complete doom/deathor that sliver of hopewill actually prove to be realand worth this walk through…
Attack is my Defense.
At times, I find myself in situations where I have to console someone, make them calm and at ease. Maybe help them to get out of sorrow, by saying positive things, by helping them be optimistic, by giving them a hug, or holding their hands, wiping their tears etc, to make them feel safe. And…
BLOGGER UP WITH MUSKAN SHARMA! – Repost
Welcome back to the 7th blog post for the Blogger Up Series! Today we will be featuring Muskan Sharma from Shethinker! Shethinker is a blog I have been following for a while now and I love the content, most certainly a blog that needs some attention. Everything in bold is me commenting or asking questions! While everything…
A Letter to Grief
For a long time, I believed that you came to me as some punishment for the mistakes committed by me, unknowingly. Like a predator hunting for souls like me, who were devoid of joy. You preyed upon my soul and made a deep hole in it for you to keep on feeding on it till…
POST ALERT !!!
Another post is up on Coffeewineandbooks, my new blog site. This time it’s not a book review (that is still in the editing line up) , and so what it is about, click on this link and find out. A short and simple one for this time. Also, there is a trivia question at the…
Birth of a rebel/masochist
I was born on the chilliest winter morning, when everything was covered in frost and death, all the creatures were fighting hard for their survival and I was born, as someone disturbing the balance of life. Gaping for oxygen, a human who couldn’t adjust even for their own survival, I never knew to settle for…
