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The love

The love

 What is love?

Sometimes it comes to mind that; it is the greatest thing ever exist in the world not only for human being but for all the creatures.

Good or Bad

Good or Bad

 The patient and the doctor was myself alone. Whom should I talk to or share? Who could understand this? Can I forgive myself for having the idea of killing my beloved one? I have fought a lot to forget that idea and let it go, yet is too deep to get rid of now.

The Wavy Sea

The Wavy Sea

I do not want think anymore because I cannot even recognise myself. How could I not feel anything for all those days? 

Wounded

Wounded

You cannot imagine how or what will happen next as you only heard about military coup from family members or relatives who survived from the last one. All you hear is that how bad it was, how many people were killed. 

Short Haired Angel

Short Haired Angel

She has short beautiful hair lengthen to her shoulders. Her light green eyes as strong as power of hypnotizing and incredibly beautiful smile is enough to wipe away your bad thoughts and surround you with pieces of joy.

Shattered Legacy

Shattered Legacy

My legacy is shattered. My mother was wrong. My father was wrong. The pain is not in mind and the time is healing every pain. They lied to me because the pain is too real and the time is not the best medicine.

The Dark Side

The Dark Side

Today I am going to tell you all the truths about myself. All of my secrets, darkness and sins and I am afraid once you hear all then you will not see as a human but as a monster, which I believe I am. Heartless and cold blood one.

The Best Friends

The Best Friends

 She remembers the all memories. The first moment when she met him. The first kiss and first time when she said to a man “ I love you”.   Wow, that sentence. It has been years to not say it. To whom she could say it...

The Beautiful Stranger

The Beautiful Stranger

The melancholy has become his best friend since absence of beautiful stranger. The memories fly around him and play the same song.

The Last Journey

The Last Journey

 My journey will go on. I will hold Teresa and kiss her forehead softly and cary her speechless body to step forward over stairs of happiness house to her grave. I will continue to my journey while leaving her alone underground at the shadow of  that plane tree she used love. I