Little stoney reached 3000 followers mark today. First 2 thousands were fast, this one took effort!Last year was crazy, wait..correction, THIS year is crazy!!Last year was just busy, so it took a while to get here.I feel like I was a child when I started this blog. I have come so far the beginning looks…… Continue reading 3000 Followers!
My anxiety have been through the ozone lately, like a lot of people who already struggled with it even before the pandemic. Self loathing, complaining and constant fear of losing a valuable chunk of your life that would be retrievable. All of that combined is quite nerve-wrecking. But then I saw a quote. That was…… Continue reading What if it worked out?
Cold Make me cold Like those stone walls So old Calm Make me calm Like that baby’s hand Nestled in my palm Still Make me still Just like the winter ocean ..tranquil.. Cry Don’t make me cry Like that smoldering rain Drizzling from red sky Light Show me some light It’s getting dark and i’m…… Continue reading Make me calm #WritePhoto #Poetry
They said travel and you will be all right. Just like suggestions about sorceries like eating healthy, socializing, working out and so on. So here I was, looking out on a stream of water gushing out of rocks with its all might only to end up in a small dark pond. Lovely fresh air that…… Continue reading A Dreadful Trip #WritePhoto
They are crawling under my skin again My world is turning gray Am I actually weak and naive? Or life’s getting harder day by day My mind tells me “push yourself” My heart urges me to pray I don’t know what to do anymore I am watching my patience drift away Last night I was…… Continue reading Life.. -Poetry
I know I’m busy when I have pen and sticky notes in close range. When I’m running around like a headless chicken sticking notes on random doors and filling them in between my endless marathon. But then suddenly someone hits the brake and life freezes. The enertia throws me to the outer space. And now…… Continue reading Just adult life thing I guess..
A fine dry scar Overlapping the other On the back of my hand Barely visible Not at all painful Just random lines With no memory No dreams Like marks of black ink Sketched on the walls By impish kids No barbarism No accident Meaningless marks Of something That never happened Maybe .. Just maybe.. It…… Continue reading Meaningless scratches..