The Dishevelled Writer

The dishevelledwriter is amalgam of my stories, poems, anecdotes, philosophy, commentary
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The Dreamcatcher Story – The Dishevelled Writer

The Dreamcatcher Story – The Dishevelled Writer

Monotony is always confounding to anyone. It gives the urge to be creative in mulling over things in  our head. Notice how the same thoughts are presented in different sentences in our head.Most of…

Monotony is always confounding to anyone. It gives the urge to be creative in mulling over things in our head. Notice how the same thoughts are presented in different sentences in our head.Most of…

She found  you  amongst her books, her quieter friends. She finds you so silent that she  believes  you never talk at all. Now maybe it’s her, who doesn’t let you talk. And she blames you for…

She found you amongst her books, her quieter friends. She finds you so silent that she believes you never talk at all. Now maybe it’s her, who doesn’t let you talk. And she blames you for…

There are some things in life which set you free and writing  does the same  to me. It gives a sense of   control on my thoughts and  a lot of freedom. Reading or writing are insanely related becau…

There are some things in life which set you free and writing does the same to me. It gives a sense of control on my thoughts and a lot of freedom. Reading or writing are insanely related becau…

We have reached here today Once more another warm day, These eyes look at you, Yes , the ones that you really knew, The pain  that I found, When we were bound; We smile, we cheer, But Isn’t i…

We have reached here today Once more another warm day, These eyes look at you, Yes , the ones that you really knew, The pain that I found, When we were bound; We smile, we cheer, But Isn’t i…

Maybe what I know, Is what you think I will never know, And this is why my silence is explained. I would like to dream, but the dream is limited and not free. The wings are broken, It’s so hard to …

Maybe what I know, Is what you think I will never know, And this is why my silence is explained. I would like to dream, but the dream is limited and not free. The wings are broken, It’s so hard to …

The sky is so contradictory. Everyday, It tells me a new story…

The sky is so contradictory. Everyday, It tells me a new story…

The sky is so contradictory. Everyday, It tells me a new story…

The sky is so contradictory. Everyday, It tells me a new story…

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