First Prayer

A chain smoker. A decade-long drug addict. An abusive and unfaithful husband. An irresponsible father. Yes. That’s me. It is surely surprising for you to see me here. Seating in the middle of your holy house. Honestly, I never planned to go to you. I have never went to you, in fact. Maybe the first… Continue reading First Prayer

Last Choice

I have lived a well-planned life. My mom used to tell me that I have my own decisions, ever since I’m a toddler. I choose what will I wear. I choose what will I eat. I choose anything and everything. Yep. My parents never win. My student-self is as picky as my toddler-self. I grew… Continue reading Last Choice

Big ‘C’

Life's light mood's bright heart's fine when soul's only mine. Then you came, hijacked every cell you stumbled upon which drove me insane. Now life's hard, heart has died, soul's really tired, frivolity hunches- hides. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Matthew Brodeur In response to Daily Post: Frivolous