A dive into the spiritual world of "nagas".From unparalled devotion to uncontrollable abuse of narcotics, a sect of people who compare none.Detailed article :  THE SPIRIT OF SPIRITUALITY(Text).pdf drive.google.com

Stripped of my innocence,Dissociating from my body each time you laid your hands upon me,Paralysing at the unwanted flashbacks of the look of satisfaction plastered across your face,“It was not your fault”“It was not your fault”Stripped of my innocence,I screamed in pain,Pushed you away,Your grip tightened,The sound of your laughter as you pushed yourself inside of me still echoes in my mind.Dr...

fallen between the abstract | a distant hallelujah          next to the clovesI slip and am unsalvageable, but I know howforgiveness is shaped even if I have never knownthe scent of purity | lashing out at horns thatbreed like passing streetlights before the fire ever began           nightswithout fire, without heat | the estrangementnow named home, the fireflies of Connecticutthat move me from...

Some time ago, I started talking to this guy that I met at a function. He wasn’t from the area, and so we continued conversation and got to know one another from a distance. We texted every day, used Snapchat so we wouldn’t forget what the other looked like, and after a month of this, we leveled up to phone calls and Facetime. I remember the rush of relief I felt when I heard his voice again. ...

"you've been married 27 years""you're so lucky".I don't feel lucky.determination?or did I even thinkof the outcome?neither wants to be here.why are we?we still care......but, love?love seems farthest from your mind,not even our kid is safe.why do you insist on treating us this way?questions turn to anger -anger clouds the judgment.your reactions are killing us.if you just thought aboutwhat you...

Catch her,young and vulnerable.Put chains on herand stake her down.Let her fightuntil she forgetsher wild originsand fierce strength.Let her fightuntil she grows wearyand hopeis just a tattered memory.Let her fightuntil she subdues herselfand invisible chainsfinally bind her.If only she could remember the wild spiritthat lives inside heris more powerfulthan any chains.I’ve movedfrom circus to ...

You are, and somehow aren’t you, alwaysWearing your skin like a second hand coat. Your mind wants to escape its body,Stretch away from itAs if allergic to it,Sabotaging itselfWith fanatical dreams Of love and revenge,Denying and starvingThe scene of the crime. (A trigger is a message to your centre,Screaming you're in danger,Years later).  Booze might help to suppressThe secret duressThat has ...

My voice quivers as I apologize for breathing too loud I’m grateful too grateful for the “love” you’ve  given me I’m begging you for companyMishandled Self-doubt leads to hesitation I envy you allBruised and battered  standing firm is foreign I hide Indecisively defensive I’ve made myself invisible I wanted to disappear and apologize for ever speaking I wanted to be anyone but this person I mad...