We're a lot alike, My father and I. It's his first time on this earth. It's mine too. Every morning, we splash our face with water and...

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players. I am no exception Although I do not understand my role very much. I...

In ancient tales of Greece, they say Humans had four arms, four legs and two faces. We were so happy that the Gods, Fearing our...

There's something about doing the dishes that makes you think about things you'd rather not think about. Deadlines, failures and broken...

Sometimes, when I am left alone with my loneliness I wonder what my face betrays. Is it pained From the sorrow that has rained? Or is it...

At first glance, my shoulders are nothing out of the ordinary. They threaten to crumble under the same weight of responsibility and...

All the poets write about love. They either talk of its wonderful presence. Or its haunting absence. They describe the excitement of it...