Every thought that clouds our mind starts from a mere word- Sometimes. A thought that comes from the influence of solitude, harmony, and life. The writer inside us gropes for a pen and a paper and then... it's the pen that just scribbles on it's own and the words that chase us. We are lost in the ocean of prose, life, and our words. Just a thought which is not 'just' Random. Read it and I hope that you Like it. I'm not a wattpad recognised but still... vote and comment. All the love. xx

A write up about how the abstract soul..."secret"...thinks about the world..

You never know when a small echo inside you chants a ray of hope to your heart and you just want to fall into the ecstatic infinity...because love resides in this world and in the best of weapon and the worst of the use of it...