Ode to the Unknown

sailing down the swelling waves, going down the deepest oceans, my soul has set its course towards the callous heart, for it shall not forget its vendetta. My cold heart, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you call, snort and sting, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming … More Ode to the Unknown


She hurries down the steps impatiently pushing an old couple. They were struck by anger and started cursing her mumbling in low voice. As she reached the room, she was almost gasping for breath and started to knock the door frantically. Once….twice…thrice….her impatience tripled up and she started banging the door with sweat forming beads … More THE HOLLOW HEART