The End
I watch your hand slip out from mine And hate that your touch lingers on my finger tips I want to grasp And I try.. But a nano-second too late. I think of… Continue reading
I watch your hand slip out from mine And hate that your touch lingers on my finger tips I want to grasp And I try.. But a nano-second too late. I think of… Continue reading
It sounds like an oxymoron, a romantic feminist. If you believe stereotypes, feminists aren’t even feminine! Where I come from, women who are pro-women are assumed to be anti-man! So what’s a feminist… Continue reading
THE DEPTH By Disha Sahni The depth to which I am connected with you, Is shallow as a sea. Deeper you are connected to me Like a flowering fantasy. The depth to which… Continue reading
I have been reading some books full of top tips. Which is part of England’s Viz magazine. You may have heard of it. Being on a long bus journey and cramming them into… Continue reading
A PROMISE BY DISHA DINESH SAHNI Then came that day You hugged me with tears You screamed,” I love you.” But, I could not hear. Strengthening your muscles, Putting your best… Continue reading
It is that time of year again. Valentines Day has rolled around once more sending men into a panic as to what they should pony up and purchase for their beloved. I am… Continue reading
I returned to the UK before Christmas, and during this trip I arranged to meet up with two friends I hadn’t seen in a very long while. We decided to have a ‘girl’s… Continue reading
She is now my wife. I keep her in a giant fish tank which is cleverly concealed in my massive expensive house in the British countryside. I purchased her from a Somalian pirate… Continue reading
Today I had three hours of Teresa from rethink come and sit down while I clean up. My flat is looking a little better now, all the grime is gone and its tidy.… Continue reading