We’ll find each other, Under the soft white sheets, Touching toes, fingers, And every inch of skin, Laughing until we tear up, Then...

I feel helpless on such days. Helpless because I’ve so much hope. Helpless because I’ve so much to say. Helpless because there is so much...

What is the point of doing the things which you don’t like to do at all but you continue to do that because you are obliged to do it or...