I used to hear everything, Noise, laughter, waves, cries, howling of the wind; I used to see everything, Friends, heartache, fear, rain, lovers kissing on the street. Now I can’t neither hear nor see,

![]I am hurting. More than physical pain. But I have faith. And that’s what keeps me going. For how long? I can’t tell. That’s why I’ll keep on praying. Given a chance, I would like to bargain— Trade something

I woke up from a deep sleep, A tormenting trip inside a long, scary pit, Forced myself to breathe—exist, In fear that I’ll be gone in a blink. It’s crazy how we, people think, Scared of living, scared

Epidemiology New strain of corona viruse was identified in a cluster of pneumonia cases in china. Most of the cases have had exposure to a large seafood and animal market. Mode of transmission The mode

A sudden rush of emotions; A sudden panic of the unknown; Yet I know I have living angels— Pure souls that keep me grounded. A whisper of promises, and then goodbyes; Their arm about me entwine; Devour

I’m impatient, I crave meaning and reasons; I’m insecure, I’m fading; I’m leaping fences, I’m penetrating walls—but still— I’m just like a hush wind grazing the shore But its absurdly bizarre how everything

They say if you love someone then you have to stay. It could be true, yes. But it won’t always be the case. Because sometimes being FAR AWAY— Enduring the pain of distance, and the immense longing,

Truth is complex—way too complicated, It can keep you breathing and at times, dead; I always wondered if everyone deserves it, Even for those without an outstanding merit. Time and again, the Lies were

How do I imagine my end would be? Could be standing on the top of a castle turret—staring at the sea; Setting sun and sky of fire keeping me calm, I’ll be in ecstasy knowing my manna is free from harm.

From where They stand the dread is clear, Can’t even measure the depth of their fear; Echoes of the warring countries never cease, Fighting for something that had gone amiss; I wonder how it hurts for

The world expect so much from fathers in a way that maybe it was too much to take in: The pressure of being the strong and solid pillar of home, the obligation to feed and provide for the family and the

I could tell from the start that you were in danger couldn’t I? You looked at me and I saw the desperation in your eyes I knew right there and then that you’re in dire need for help I wonder why I can

It’s true that with our mother’s effort (biological or not) they should be celebrated everyday. But nonetheless I’m still grateful that we have this special day to be extra sweeter and cheesier. Growing

You are way wiser beyond your years. You are young but you already have the wisdom of a century. Before our very eyes you’ve grown into a man that would inspire thousands—you always inspire us to learn

On a quiet street where old ‘ghosts’ meet, it was never an easy task to act like everything is alright. I’m haunted by how things in the past might have played out differently if only I’d been more present,

“I love you, but...” I remember. My heart remembers everything that I tried to cover, My every inch trembles as the clock struck twelve and linger, My memory betrays by flashing vivid scenes of those happy

Not an inkling how they portray roles, That was outright pouring down the holes; Mastered the labyrinth of tongues telling lies, Without flinching—not even batting an eye. Exaggerates encounter, dramatize

You looked at me intently, Probing, discerning to see my core; I panicked as I fumbled my key, Scared that you might be able to see my soul. What if I would let you in? Would you be ready to see? All these

Crissle Joy I’m trying to picture you inside my head, And all I can see is how your bright colors spread; You are a person of “Wooo” and “Wow,” Beamingly smiling for every answered why-and-how. I see your

[Eran Vin Matthew] When you came, you cried—but everybody else smiled wide. My Love, Night and day I carry you in my mind, With hopes that one day you’ll be in my arms. A real world’s wonder— that’s what