Just 'D' Today 'dear' feels out of space. No reasoning whatsoever. Certain aspects of life always remain inexplicable. Trying to write...

I will not sleep for hundred years for the raging soul aspires to be poetry of your endless nights a dreamer of your dreams. I will not...

Dear D, For a long time, I couldn't open your pages, lest I fill them with unpleasant memories. I want your pages to be filled with hope...

My loving D, You are the repertoire of all my thoughts and delicately captured moments of my ever-growing life. As I sit down to write,...

It's an oft-used term by poets and writers alike when they are in a dearth of ideas and creative impulses. I often find this in journals...