Preciousness of each single breath

“One more breath, one more breath,” He kept on imploring the Yam. The Yam twirled his bushy moustache and guffawed, “Your days are over, you’ve to come with me now. ” The man struggled on the hospital bed, Trying to use efficiently his final breaths. The preciousness of each single breath dawned upon him, Only

The Enemy within

Don’t look for foes outside, Because like a wild monkey in your head it resides. Incessantly pounding your head, Never letting you to take rest.   It bombards your head with anxious thoughts, And initiates tornadoes and violent storms. That’s the duty of Mr Mind, You can call him Mr Unkind.   It will always