The Social Misfit

I originally wrote this on 4th March 2012 and shared it as a Note on Facebook. Here lay I  On the verge of Dawn  At the end of a rest...

There's a thing called love that we all forget And it's a wasted love that we all regret You live your life just once So don'...

To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune, Or t...

Nope. They don't do mornings. They are fast asleep in the morning and they wake up sometime in the afternoon and wish everybody ...

People sit around, chat, play, gossip. But I sit in a corner, busy in my own world. Reading, or browsing the net for abstract things. O...

At times, I just find myself disinterested in the events around me. As if, it doesn't even matter what the world cares about. It ...

Music. Sometimes, it tip toes through the daisies, whooshes like a wing, scurries away like a bunny. Like mild night sounds, helping y...