Maya by Jigna Coradia

Eluded I am Walking in a mist, Yearning for the nectar, In her empty fist. Barometer is set, Who can compete? With the ideal in heart. Oh so pure and pristine. Still I search hither, In this barren desert, Hoping against hope, To quench my thirst. My soles are sore,... read more
Bubble Bath

Bubble Bath

Imagine being tucked up in a cozy bed on a cold winter morning. Your alarm goes off at 6.00am, and after repeated snoozing you eventually resign yourself to waking up. As you struggle out of bed, you head for the bathroom. Turning the shower knob to deep red you... read more