I see a bloody trail All around me. I see a bloody trail All around me.

This poem is about a group of people going to a house against nature's warning. This poem is about a group of people going to a house against nature's warning.

How painful death could be... How painful death could be...

What Am I.. Mirror, is it? Or, just another fragment of an imagination? What Am I.. Mirror, is it? Or, just another fragment of an imagination?

Every mirror is mirroring your good self in varied manners. Are you standing in front of your mirror... Every mirror is mirroring your good self in varied manners. Are you standing in ...

Not easy being the avoids from dear ones. Not easy being the avoids from dear ones.