Marriage is not a bed of roses; everyone knows that, but as someone who is newly entering the fold of marriage, you have hope for the 'roses'. You have plans and dreams about making this super beautiful family that everyone will be envious of. You put in all the efforts to make it work. But what happens when all you get are the thorns of the roses and never the fresh fragrance of the petals?

"Sara,sweetheart..." His phonation of the word ' sweetheart' made me nauseated. "Sara, I suggest you come sit next to me if you know what is best for you. You are old enough to know what I want from you and you need to be dumb not give in." Those very words always linger in mind and every time I see a man, the wound Mr Sam dealt me gets sore. Before I made any decision, Tee's suffering picture ran across my mind and tears rolled down my face as I made the next step to what I knew was a bad omen and would portend nothing but disaster for me. So I took the step and what happened next is a chapter in my life I know not how best to describe...

It's fun to live in a cocoon sometimes- to be in one's own wolrd. Whenever I feel that way,poems are my way of relaxation and solitude maximisers. This piece of art is about different genres of poems - love,romantic,inspirational,fiction,medical- you name it! Hope it catches your eyes and melts your heart away.. have fun!