A broken feather does not wish to forget the memory of the sky. He still dreams about flying. The shell always carries the memory of the sea. Sometimes it becomes difficult to let go of a life that defined you. The memories will stay till your final day. Here is a poem about a broken feather, detached from his bird, its story needs to be heard.
If you have played the game of snakes and ladder, does it not feels aweful to be bitten by the serpent on number 99?When you are so close to winning and you gotta begin again. I see life as a game of snakes and ladders. All these numbers are different milestones, the stairs are the … Continue reading Snakes and Ladders : the Game of Life