I'm not crazy. My reality is just different from yours.
Pale, dries, it falls on the grass, A gust of wind opens the door to past; As it descends and kisses the ground,
‘When I met you last, you were sitting high on that mountain; you seemed invincible; within the reach of none. Today I find
Isn’t Time the great master who controls everything in life Isn’t it a confidant and friend,
Thoughts
I live in a world of fantasy, so keep your reality away from me.
They tell it all
Walking through the journey of pain and loss, one day at a time, with purpose. Holding on to the hope of the joy that lies ahead.
Selected Writings
Simple Thoughts on Random Issues
रूपेश त्योंथ
observe it- feel it- write it
A safe haven where the mind is free.
