_ a poem🦋 What lies outside solitude? A realm full of nomadic opinions: Some hurtful like rebuking arrows, While others helpful like pedestal stones; Together they accumulate, like a dead keiselgurh; In the very welcoming cage, of certain tamber. What lies outside solitude? An ocean of realizations and wandering feelings Some committed; some still stinking; To the blissful illusions, I perceive;

Change is the reason that sometimes in your life you get to see those rainy, lonely nights with loudest screams of thunderstorms in and out of your mind and then sometimes you see those sunny, bright, colourful and bloomy mornings surrounded by your people. The word 'change' might sound normal, ... but if I really wonder and ask myself, …

"An initiative for life..." Green Building What if, we wake up one day to find that we live in a society incredibly furnished with wood, that promises, in turn, to get planted twice or with no wood at all! Now you live in one of the greenest skyscrapers of the society, where actually the green balconies make them green.

I am attempting to describe the indescribable beauty, simplify the very unsimplified state of living and sum up the very underrated piece of land, straight out of heaven. Imagine being on a land fu…