Stories Washed Ashore…
Sometimes when I
think of life,
I feel like a
piece of driftwood…
washed up
on a shore…
only to
float away…
across an
ocean…
like a driftwood…
No address, nothing…
just no more
human…
A sea of possibilities…
Beckon…
beyond twilight zones…
( kovalam beach, Chennai, India)
(words from Harukami , Tuhin roy, Avinash , quotes…)
Living with a damaged skull 