Story with Tag: mind


I sat on chair number three now. I yanked the device on. Thirteen minutes in, past a memory of me meeting her for the first time at the theatre I acted in and another of me getting my first job, (Reads: 78)


Mind is the pre-programmed works without human activity, sometimes it works with human intervention, it may hurt or it may give happy, it is a life cycle of human, (Reads: 190)


This poem is about that stream of thoughts which seem to have a plan of their own and make us a silent witness as we sit back and try to understand what the mind is telling us. (Reads: 69)


My mind- shipwrecked,gloriously so;decaying remains of dreams unfulfilled,adorn its recesses,emanating pungent odors (Reads: 100)