Who wears the mask? Men, men, men.
Add value to your day, add value to your year.
Get off those worn out glasses.
The psychology of Ideas explained.
Until then, take my garden to be your home.
Never been this excited for a NEW year. This is indeed a new beginning after the end of a long cycle.
This is a rough note I found scribbled on a piece of paper, tucked folded in my diary. It was probably written during one of those strict office deadlines to give a piece of writing.
We get so consumed by the end result we call GOALS that we forget to enjoy the damn journey of it.
And must be they right?
But yes, I will write poems for you, until my window fogs with dew…
Put it out there, unafraid of the consequences – because nobody cares.
Yet, with crossed fingers we refuse to let go of the only thing holding us back-hope.