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Those glares dissect melancholy beneath the skin,

my soul ravaged by heartache, tragedy, and sin.

The friendly departures remain bittersweet… Such is the way of nature. Seasons will come and go, but the trees remain rooted till the end of their time.

Take it as a means to spruce up our lives and rediscover what it feels like to be human.

Whatever the case may be for you, you haven’t failed that goal. There’s still time to become what you might’ve been.

He mimes his mouth and words fall out,

But his voice doesn't sound quite like his own

It seems far out of reach, in a place that my fingers can’t scratch.

Although stretch marks are a permanent change in our bodies, our attitude towards them is not.

Declutter your belongings, plant the seeds, 

Tend to your thoughts and let their ideas grow.

I wanted you to become stronger. Faster. More athletic. Leaner. Taller. Sexier. But you failed to keep up with my incessant demands. 

The daydreams floated like kaleidoscopic clouds above the patrons’ heads, dispossessed from their owners’ brains and now migrating into his dreamsphere.

I’m still not ready to say goodbye. January, please don’t leave yet.

This idea of reinventing oneself every new year is akin to the endless movie reboots that Hollywood churns out every year. It simply doesn’t work.

To those who came before,

To those who are here now,

And to those who will come after.

The ravens cawed their haunting anthem. The wrought iron gates groaned open. He was permitted to enter.

With a stoic stride, he boldly entered through the archway. There he went into the land of lost tales, where only ravens sang.

Life will always flow and ebb around us, regardless of how we feel or think or act. We can only control what happens within us - how we react and respond to any given circumstance. But in equal measure, that is the beauty of life.

A free-verse poem about not living up to one’s potential.

He has no guidance towards the flourishing path of fatherhood.

So he devises his own blueprint, a manual to set his course ahead.

Each story captures the essence of the themes in the series’ title, while at the same time each story approaches them in a unique way.

‘I can think of nothing else. Every single damned thought is about that bloody meeting. It's all I care about.’

My first attempt at a Sci-FI short story.

He did not know how and when it occurred, yet in his gut, Doran knew he stood on the precipice of Today.

The key for this experiment was teaching me not to care too much, but to care enough to create.

Training as if their very lives could be determined with one fatal error during the fray.

She followed the sounds of solitude. Taking a quiet moment to herself.

Cersei’s feline eyes discern the notches in her left ear; 8 marks have been imprinted.

Fighting tooth and nail to nurture their child with undying love.

Sometimes dates don’t end up the way you want them to…