Dia Sharma

More often than not, it’s the anger within us that destroys us. Its a big bad world out there, we know that. If there is someone responsible for where we are today and what we do, it’s nobody but us. Life is a mixture of emotions. That's the only way to define life. Joy, happiness, boredom, tears, anger, shyness, love, hate, greed, laziness and so on. Isn't life just a mixture of all these? If not, what else is it? These may always not be in equal proportions. Some of them may not exist too. Most of us are usually are burdened by something or the other. Some of us are traumatized by our childhood, or digging into the past, scared of the future or some of them are simply not happy about their existence. Why? The answer to this lies within yourself. You're angry at yourself for not mending things at the right time. You're angry that you couldn't revolt back when you had to. You're angry because you have lost something. You're angry because you...

Her skin tasted of salt water, tears that had fallen of a broken heart and the most heart-filled laughter— neither more sad, nor happier, both pouring of honesty In her kiss was the whisper of a Siren. Her hair tangled like waves cascading down her back, pooling at her sides as she slept face down— the gentle rise of her breath could be seen in her back like the curve of a ship’s sail, that same ebb and flow as pulled gracefully by the moon She was a force that couldn’t be seen or heard; undeniably powerful yet illusive Magic She was a mystery, the same as the depths of the sea held dances of lost ships, tribes of creatures and tales of drowned loves, adventures never detailed She clung to you like sand in the crevices of your being, lasting, but not enough to collect as your own. She was the dream of escape, of vastness, of freedom Lo...