Remember Remember The day I was on My way back to home With that pink tee And yellow skirt on Nothing happened, Just eyes met Why that moment I keep reminding on My eyes are ill or Something else was going on
This is a series, where I write my heart out, going through, re-contemplating, through the phases of my life and the relationships or simply my presence at various occasions. I'll be completing full 18 years on this planet soon and also living through the peak of my depression. I hope poetry grants refuge to this desolate soul.
Nothing in this life happens by chance. Everything the Almighty puts us through is to allow us to grow and to elevate our status. Once you open your heart to your Creator, you'll see Him in every part of your life. So read the signs and you'll find contentment.