teachers, they are the divine souls

the : तस्बीह

the,sting that hurts discrete…

and, it shall passe

My lost,identities

  Wherever I went, The vacuum followed, I kept playing a “Hide and Seek” And then, When I was found, I had lost it again. When it had found me, I had lost it again, I was on a blind trail, Tears in my eyes, But,I was walking the trail, of the deserts, Not even …